He goes for his clothes. Feels like saying something absurd like I'll call you. "Thank you," he says, instead. He feels ... better, now. Steadier. It's okay. It's not awful. He's a total crackpot, but there's still something there, something beneath all of his fractured loyalties.
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He goes for his clothes. Feels like saying something absurd like I'll call you. "Thank you," he says, instead. He feels ... better, now. Steadier. It's okay. It's not awful. He's a total crackpot, but there's still something there, something beneath all of his fractured loyalties.
He just hasn't found it yet.