"Sometimes, yeah," he admits with a little nod at the question about being normal. "But-- I dunno, sometimes it's like...more than that. Like... I just don't even wanna be here. I don't wanna die, but... I don't wanna be here. I don't wanna do anything or be anybody at all. I just... I just wanna disappear for awhile." The drugs really, really do help with that a lot, if he's honest. He doesn't have to be himself, or anyone-or-anything when he's high. He can lose everything about who he is in those moments and it's so freeing. That may be more addictive than the drugs themselves, sometimes.
"You are an old guy." His lips twitch the tiniest bit, unable to take a potshot when it's presented, despite the gravity of what they're discussing. It settles though, in seconds, any hint of smirk or smile faded like it had never existed at all. "When you left home... did he leave you alone? Dad, I mean."
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"You are an old guy." His lips twitch the tiniest bit, unable to take a potshot when it's presented, despite the gravity of what they're discussing. It settles though, in seconds, any hint of smirk or smile faded like it had never existed at all. "When you left home... did he leave you alone? Dad, I mean."