It was all such a larger conversation than just that. Easier said than done. He swallows thickly, and hums a note, nodding faintly like it was something he'd heard properly and would consider. He wouldn't. Not today. Not this week.
It was too soon. He'd implode.
It was the second time he'd been told he deserved better.
"Yeah. Yeah, thanks Malcolm. Look, I, uh. I gotta go, I'm late for feedin' the birds and I don't think they've forgiven me yet for havin' abandoned them for four days."
"No, I'll-" He goes to set it down, stops. Empties it down his throat and then sets it down. "Thanks for the coffee, little brother, and tryin' your best. I'll see ya later."
He had tried. He'd left his cabin, he had come out for quality conversation. That counted, right? He just couldn't do human anymore.
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It was too soon. He'd implode.
It was the second time he'd been told he deserved better.
"Yeah. Yeah, thanks Malcolm. Look, I, uh. I gotta go, I'm late for feedin' the birds and I don't think they've forgiven me yet for havin' abandoned them for four days."
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"Oh. Right. Well. You can take the coffee cup. I have lots of them."
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He had tried. He'd left his cabin, he had come out for quality conversation. That counted, right? He just couldn't do human anymore.