"It's something not to be spoken of, which I regret bringing up," he snaps. She's not wrong, though: even now, trying to shut down this particular line of inquiry, there's a certain animation in him that's been missing for a while now.
"My point is, Caitlin, this is the afterlife, not... not grade ten." He swipes his thumb across his brow. "Now, I know I'm here for the purposes of redemption and self-improvement, and I'm not disputing that. But I'd like to believe that there's another way to get there, that doesn't involve me repeatedly humiliating myself in front of my... well, my friends." Which definitely does not make him feel less like a sulking teenager in this moment. He reaches for his tea with a quiet huff.
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Date: 2019-04-01 04:09 am (UTC)"My point is, Caitlin, this is the afterlife, not... not grade ten." He swipes his thumb across his brow. "Now, I know I'm here for the purposes of redemption and self-improvement, and I'm not disputing that. But I'd like to believe that there's another way to get there, that doesn't involve me repeatedly humiliating myself in front of my... well, my friends." Which definitely does not make him feel less like a sulking teenager in this moment. He reaches for his tea with a quiet huff.