[He wonders how many fucking times he's going to tell her that. She's one of the few people he goes out of his way for and yet she keeps getting down on herself. It's really annoying.]
I'm used to people leaving. [There is the root of his problems.] My parents didn't fucking want me and I don't expect anyone else too.
*The way he tells her that makes her feel like she's said the wrong thing, and she lowers her eyes in apology. But then she is really focused on him, her eyes steady as he speaks*
Oh... Oh Terrance. I'm so sorry to hear that. But - that isn't true. It might feel like that some times but that doesn't mean it's going to be true of everyone you know...
What's changed since then is that I'm sure you've met more people and made more friends. And they are people that like you and don't want to leave you.
*She looks down at her empty glass and slowly shakes her head*
Or...it feels worse because you've drunk a lot and haven't eaten much...
You do have friends. What about Tony? What about - me? You're a much better guy than you give yourself credit for.
*She is almost firm as she says it, quite put out that he would look at her and tell her he had no friends. But then she clicks as to what some of this might be about*
*She watches sadly as he attempts to leave, and is quite glad when he falls back into his seat again. Sonico closes the gap between them and puts a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face her*
You are not an idiot. You're the least idiotic person I know. I am sorry that people have left you, that people have hurt you. But it is not your fault.
*While a little surprised, Sonico is more than happy for him to keep resting his head on her shoulder*
Oh, Terrace. No you're not. Not any more so than anyone else.
*That was her attempt at being more light hearted, but she's not sure that it helps, so instead she lifts a hand to gently place it on the back of his head*
*Sonico just pouts at him as she takes her hand away, using it instead to usher down a waitress to bring a large jug of cold water. Seeing the state Terrance seemed to be in makes her hurry with it*
Okay, let's try drinking some nice cold watee this time?
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[He wonders how many fucking times he's going to tell her that. She's one of the few people he goes out of his way for and yet she keeps getting down on herself. It's really annoying.]
I'm used to people leaving. [There is the root of his problems.] My parents didn't fucking want me and I don't expect anyone else too.
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*The way he tells her that makes her feel like she's said the wrong thing, and she lowers her eyes in apology. But then she is really focused on him, her eyes steady as he speaks*
Oh... Oh Terrance. I'm so sorry to hear that. But - that isn't true. It might feel like that some times but that doesn't mean it's going to be true of everyone you know...
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[He glares at her feeling his head swim and his vision blur.]
What's changed since then?
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*She looks down at her empty glass and slowly shakes her head*
Or...it feels worse because you've drunk a lot and haven't eaten much...
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[His voice is lower now, his chin resting on his chest as he exhales a slow puff of air.]
And that's not me being fucking depressing or woe is me sorta shit. I had one person in my life who fucking gave a damn and he left.
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*She is almost firm as she says it, quite put out that he would look at her and tell her he had no friends. But then she clicks as to what some of this might be about*
Who left...?
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Corbin... twice now.
[Once when they'd almost been at the end of his thesis and again now. He can't make people stay and he'd finally thought he had.]
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*She has never heard of this Corbin person before, but it's clear from the way he speaks that he was someone of importance to him*
He was here...and now he's gone?
*She asks it carefully, tentatively - but she has heard of other people round here losing friends to their home worlds*
But then...I'm sure he didn't choose to go. I'm sure he didn't mean to leave you.
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[He moves away from her and tries to stand though he only succeeds in stumbling back to his seat.]
I'm just an idiot.
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*She watches sadly as he attempts to leave, and is quite glad when he falls back into his seat again. Sonico closes the gap between them and puts a hand on his shoulder to turn him to face her*
You are not an idiot. You're the least idiotic person I know. I am sorry that people have left you, that people have hurt you. But it is not your fault.
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Just because I'm smart doesn't mean I'm not an idiot.
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Are you just going to keep talking bad about yourself until I agree?
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[He admits with a slow breath.
The room won't stop spinning and Terrance suddenly feels like he's going to be sick. He leans forward resting his head on Sonico's shoulder.]
I'm such a fuck up Sonico.
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Oh, Terrace. No you're not. Not any more so than anyone else.
*That was her attempt at being more light hearted, but she's not sure that it helps, so instead she lifts a hand to gently place it on the back of his head*
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[He doesn't sound all that cheered up.]
I'm going to be sick...
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Sick? Oh no you don't, mister. Get to the bathroom.
*But in case there isn't time for that, Sonico scoots back in her seat and holds him at arms length*
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[He moves his head to the table and for the moment enjoys the cold of the hard surface.]
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Okay, let's try drinking some nice cold watee this time?
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[He groans softly feeling discomfort rise in his chest.]
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*She drops a straw into the glass and tilts it to his lips in case that's easier*
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[In which he had six shots.]
I'm not moving my head.
[It's quite comfortable against the table.]
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*She sighs at him and shakes her head slowly, nudging the straw to his lip again*
Just take a drink. Drink some water and I'll let you sit with your head like that all night if that's what you want.
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If I drink anymore I'm going to burst.
[The room is still dizzy and now his stomach is full of water.]
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Okay, that's fine. How about something to eat? Or will that make you burst too?