[That poor dish, getting stabbed to death by Till. James understands there's nowhere else for the awkward anxiety to go, and this must be hard to talk about, so when the fork breaks, it's hardly worth noticing in lieu of being shown that brand. That scar? How fucking awful.]
Jesus Christ.
[He has it a lot worse than him. And that's saying a lot, coming from James Sunderland.]
The people here have at least been treating you better, right? [Than a pet. Surely there's some silver lining to all of this, comparatively to what Till came from.]
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Jesus Christ.
[He has it a lot worse than him. And that's saying a lot, coming from James Sunderland.]
The people here have at least been treating you better, right? [Than a pet. Surely there's some silver lining to all of this, comparatively to what Till came from.]