And that's about as long as Seth manages to keep looking at him. There's something painful twisting around in his stomach. The thought that Daniel could come back but won't is a lot more unbearable than him simply being unable to.
He walks over to the couch, needing to sit down, feeling slightly weak-kneed. He's not sure he can actually discuss that. Not without falling apart (again).
So the right call is simply to not discuss it, right? Just... plain ignore it.
"I, uh... Let that girl have your apartment," he says, voice constrained, staring at the wall again, unseeing. What was her name? "Tara. She was there, so..."
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He walks over to the couch, needing to sit down, feeling slightly weak-kneed. He's not sure he can actually discuss that. Not without falling apart (again).
So the right call is simply to not discuss it, right? Just... plain ignore it.
"I, uh... Let that girl have your apartment," he says, voice constrained, staring at the wall again, unseeing. What was her name? "Tara. She was there, so..."