[At first he just makes a non-commital noise, mulling the words over for a moment, before scoffing and rolling his eyes.]
A shit existence would be more accurate. But...yeah...today was particularly-...
[Pinching the bridge of his nose, he cuts himself off. He shouldn't be talking about this, or like this. Self-pity? Really? He'd really sunk to feeling sorry for himself? In front of a stranger? He'd almost prefer to go back to the violent spikes of anger.]
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A shit existence would be more accurate. But...yeah...today was particularly-...
[Pinching the bridge of his nose, he cuts himself off. He shouldn't be talking about this, or like this. Self-pity? Really? He'd really sunk to feeling sorry for himself? In front of a stranger? He'd almost prefer to go back to the violent spikes of anger.]