Wrong, motherfucker! They're having tea and talking!
"No, you didn't," he snaps. God damn it. He hates the neat little veil that's been drawn over Ossie's tone. He hates the silence with which he's suddenly moving, like a child afraid of its parents.
"You did me a kindness, with- with no small amount of trust involved, and I'm too--" His voice cracks again, and the sentence goes somewhere he didn't intend, somewhere really dismayed with himself, but not somewhere untrue. "--Too much still in, i-in that fucking place, to act with any kind of, of reason or tact in return."
no subject
"No, you didn't," he snaps. God damn it. He hates the neat little veil that's been drawn over Ossie's tone. He hates the silence with which he's suddenly moving, like a child afraid of its parents.
"You did me a kindness, with- with no small amount of trust involved, and I'm too--" His voice cracks again, and the sentence goes somewhere he didn't intend, somewhere really dismayed with himself, but not somewhere untrue. "--Too much still in, i-in that fucking place, to act with any kind of, of reason or tact in return."