@jonbyers : “ you’re doing great , okay ?? i mean it . ”
HURT / COMFORT . accepting .
"... don't BULLSHIT me, man... " he shoved the paper across the table, let already creased edges only fold and wrinkle more. Pencil tossed on top of it, CLATTERING onto the wood top, before rolling its way only to be stopped by a salt shaker. There was a reason his school assignment always got ‘lost’ at the bottom of his bag. If they even made it in there at all.
"I dont get this stuff AT ALL."