[ Honestly? Alex was going to say no. He's sort of shocked he didn't, but the guilt's really the tipping point, isn't it? Keeping quiet isn't easy. He hates it, honestly.
So, the guilt, that's something he can very quickly interface with and understand, something that pushes his severe desire to not talk about it aside.
Does he really want to let more people down?
That knock's sooner than he expected. He jumps, from where he's standing, by that...strange, ugly amalgam of scrap metal that he'd been toting around last month. Something to make the room less drab, less rambles and notes taped to the wall above his bed.
(God, he's glad his roommate's out--)
Alex wets his lips. His eyes are locked on the sculpture instead, one finger tapping its question mark shaped head. It bounces back and forth lightly. ]
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So, the guilt, that's something he can very quickly interface with and understand, something that pushes his severe desire to not talk about it aside.
Does he really want to let more people down?
That knock's sooner than he expected. He jumps, from where he's standing, by that...strange, ugly amalgam of scrap metal that he'd been toting around last month. Something to make the room less drab, less rambles and notes taped to the wall above his bed.
(God, he's glad his roommate's out--)
Alex wets his lips. His eyes are locked on the sculpture instead, one finger tapping its question mark shaped head. It bounces back and forth lightly. ]
Ye- yeah. It's open.