( He's never been great at the balance. Either too soft or too hard. Saying nothing or saying everything, not managing to let things come out as and when, in pieces so they're not as painful, not as explosive.

He winces, and unlike Em, wants nothing more than to leave this. Leave this fight and find a way to cool down, but it's like a flood that can't be stopped, a snowball rolling down a hill, picking up more and more.

He needs to breathe. Find space. )

I'm not- ( Doing this right now ) -What? No. I didn't mean it like that. But I turn up here and you think it's all gonna be okay, that it isn't super weird for me that my friends and girlfriend have done and seen all this shit? I feel like I'm in the freakin' Twilight Zone!