[ It's impossible to ignore that slip, but oh, part of Alex wants to. If he can just package that part away, maybe, maybe it won't ache every day. If he can just never talk about it, maybe the overwhelming guilt will stop.
That's foolish, and he's known this whole time; nothing, not a single thing, will ever give him that relief. ]
I'm not-- [ No, it sticks in his throat, a wet and sticky sound as he coughs. It's like he's choking on black sludge all over again. ] Don't... Sayori, it's gonna--
[ His voice catches and skips, from a low, scratchy voice close to the regular register, to a cracked squeak that would probably be funny, in other circumstances. ]
Room. [ It's the closest to a verbal agreement he can get out. A mumbled, muffled word, hidden by his hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose, tight as possible. ]
no subject
That's foolish, and he's known this whole time; nothing, not a single thing, will ever give him that relief. ]
I'm not-- [ No, it sticks in his throat, a wet and sticky sound as he coughs. It's like he's choking on black sludge all over again. ] Don't... Sayori, it's gonna--
[ His voice catches and skips, from a low, scratchy voice close to the regular register, to a cracked squeak that would probably be funny, in other circumstances. ]
Room. [ It's the closest to a verbal agreement he can get out. A mumbled, muffled word, hidden by his hand as he pinches the bridge of his nose, tight as possible. ]