Good days versus bad days...that hits home in a way that makes it hard to breathe for a second.
Not her. It's something in his gut and his head, chanting that softly, a rhythm that makes him hurt, makes him feel kind of sick. She's just...
"Rambo!...you not expendable."
He forces himself to breathe, to inhale, exhale...then nods with a small smile.
"I get that. Good 'n bad days...and I'm cool with that if you let me do one thing for you." he replies softly, willing his voice not to shake and not sure if he's succeeding. "You ever have a bad day, but...you can't be alone, and you can't--interact? Be social, do stuff? Promise me you'll call and tell me. I'll come over...and I'll bring a book for each of us. You won't be alone, and you don't have to do stuff. Promise me that, and I'll take what I can get 'n be cool with it."
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Not her. It's something in his gut and his head, chanting that softly, a rhythm that makes him hurt, makes him feel kind of sick. She's just...
"Rambo!...you not expendable."
He forces himself to breathe, to inhale, exhale...then nods with a small smile.
"I get that. Good 'n bad days...and I'm cool with that if you let me do one thing for you." he replies softly, willing his voice not to shake and not sure if he's succeeding. "You ever have a bad day, but...you can't be alone, and you can't--interact? Be social, do stuff? Promise me you'll call and tell me. I'll come over...and I'll bring a book for each of us. You won't be alone, and you don't have to do stuff. Promise me that, and I'll take what I can get 'n be cool with it."