Maybe if it hadn't come out all as one continuous thought he would have been able to handle it. But to get it all like that, the statement of desire and the taking of the blame, was too much for him.
He looked at her for a long time, then went and sat in the room's one chair. The combination of all the hot and cold water, and the meth itself, made him far paler then normal, with his scars, all of them, standing in sharp contrast. He unconsciously rubbed at his gut shot scar, that pain now back in full thanks to the completely misfiring neurons in his head.
"Too much, too fast." Even he wasn't sure if he meant her statement or everything in the last few days. Not that it really mattered. It was still just the pathetic excuse of an addict being an addict.
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Date: 2014-07-06 07:06 am (UTC)He looked at her for a long time, then went and sat in the room's one chair. The combination of all the hot and cold water, and the meth itself, made him far paler then normal, with his scars, all of them, standing in sharp contrast. He unconsciously rubbed at his gut shot scar, that pain now back in full thanks to the completely misfiring neurons in his head.
"Too much, too fast." Even he wasn't sure if he meant her statement or everything in the last few days. Not that it really mattered. It was still just the pathetic excuse of an addict being an addict.