[To his credit, he sounds genuinely unsure, maybe a little lost on what he wants. It’s not like he hates Hermann suddenly; it’s not like he wanted to be bitter and angry and sad about everything. But the other option seems almost unreasonable, or at least that’s what the voice in his head tells him. Things are fucked, Clara, and they won’t get unfucked. It’s what he wants to say, what he almost says, but he tries to think from the heart.]
Never know what the future holds, right? Maybe he’ll end up with a new best friend. Or maybe he’ll get sick of this mess and go back home… or maybe we’ll end up on okay terms. I don’t know.
What I do know is — I don’t want anything to do with it right now.
I’m tired of it. I’m tired of how tired it all makes me. I just want a break from the obligation of being a decent friend, you know? It’s fucking exhausting, and I don’t know how you or anyone else does it.
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[To his credit, he sounds genuinely unsure, maybe a little lost on what he wants. It’s not like he hates Hermann suddenly; it’s not like he wanted to be bitter and angry and sad about everything. But the other option seems almost unreasonable, or at least that’s what the voice in his head tells him. Things are fucked, Clara, and they won’t get unfucked. It’s what he wants to say, what he almost says, but he tries to think from the heart.]
Never know what the future holds, right? Maybe he’ll end up with a new best friend. Or maybe he’ll get sick of this mess and go back home… or maybe we’ll end up on okay terms. I don’t know.
What I do know is — I don’t want anything to do with it right now.
I’m tired of it. I’m tired of how tired it all makes me. I just want a break from the obligation of being a decent friend, you know? It’s fucking exhausting, and I don’t know how you or anyone else does it.