[It sounds wrong until it registers that some of it sounds familiar. He keeps studying the man after he looks away, but when he tries to brush it aside, he has to look away. That's familiar, too. He was just used to being on the other side of it.

Don't worry about it. How many times had he said it in the past year alone? ...What would things be like if people had actually listened to him. He knows the answer: more of the same. The same fucking sucked.]

Sorry. You probably feel like shit, [Even though things are better. Even though he's free and can learn how to breathe again. He'd certainly felt like shit, and he had the comfort of getting to go home at the end of the day.] and there I went saying stuff without thinking when I knew it was worse for you.

[Just gone get reading to shut himself up. Boy, if they'd thought they needed the cigarettes before, huh? God, he's screwing this up so bad.]

You don't need me to, like, say it, but you don't have to talk about it.