[He barely reacts when the tea is pushed into his hand - but while Phil talks, he very slowly lowers his hand onto the flame, snuffing it out painlessly. He purses his lips, tears trickling numbly down his cheeks.
Different. Not normal. Coming to terms with who he is.
What does any of that even mean? Really?
When he finally speaks, he still doesn't look at Phil yet, his words slow and stilted as he tries to find them.]
...So you are telling me...that there is nothing wrong with me? As I am?
[His tone is...a little bit off, flat. His eyes wander to his mantle, where a small object sits covered by a stray piece of fabric. Contemplative.]
no subject
Different. Not normal. Coming to terms with who he is.
What does any of that even mean? Really?
When he finally speaks, he still doesn't look at Phil yet, his words slow and stilted as he tries to find them.]
...So you are telling me...that there is nothing wrong with me? As I am?
[His tone is...a little bit off, flat. His eyes wander to his mantle, where a small object sits covered by a stray piece of fabric. Contemplative.]