The anti Haftesal rants- Harry is swallowing them down so hard right now it’s practically visible in his throat. He’s grumbled a lot of it at Kim in passing since the incident, in bits and pieces between the recent stretches of uncomfortable silences.
“Yeah. Yeah.”
He just stands there for a moment. Trying to gauge if the conversation is over. It doesn’t feel over. An odd shadow flickers over his paleomammalian cortex. You’ve done this before it says. And like, no shit. No shit, he’s done this before? He’s probably stood in many apartments feeling like he should physically eject himself from the conversation as soon as possible.
“I don’t…want to blast my brain all over the place. I don’t want people to know that I’m…you know. You know how I am.”
HAND EYE COORDINATION - (You tap your temple. An ancient human gesture for ‘totally and utterly batshit insane with little to no redeeming qualities.’)
His voice breaks but he isn’t crying yet, but he’s breathing hard. His jaw clicks audibly. The Expression contorts his face once again, rigid. Rictus.
“It’s hard enough to act…decent- passable when people can’t read my thoughts.”
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“Yeah. Yeah.”
He just stands there for a moment. Trying to gauge if the conversation is over. It doesn’t feel over. An odd shadow flickers over his paleomammalian cortex. You’ve done this before it says. And like, no shit. No shit, he’s done this before? He’s probably stood in many apartments feeling like he should physically eject himself from the conversation as soon as possible.
“I don’t…want to blast my brain all over the place. I don’t want people to know that I’m…you know. You know how I am.”
HAND EYE COORDINATION - (You tap your temple. An ancient human gesture for ‘totally and utterly batshit insane with little to no redeeming qualities.’)
His voice breaks but he isn’t crying yet, but he’s breathing hard. His jaw clicks audibly. The Expression contorts his face once again, rigid. Rictus.
“It’s hard enough to act…decent- passable when people can’t read my thoughts.”