[Even if he can't remember most of it, what little he did was terrifying. He's just...so fucking grateful for Oscar, and that Eliza wanted to protect him, and that his mom believed in him enough to know that something was wrong, even if he couldn't tell her any part of the truth. It was nice to know she wouldn't give up, no matter how dramatic an exit he made.]
Huh? [Oh, right. That stuff. Cliff sighs and leans back against the couch, looking annoyed.] How should I know? Probably. [Curse you, supervisor! Curse you, worms!] I thought all it did was make you want to be close to people.
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[Even if he can't remember most of it, what little he did was terrifying. He's just...so fucking grateful for Oscar, and that Eliza wanted to protect him, and that his mom believed in him enough to know that something was wrong, even if he couldn't tell her any part of the truth. It was nice to know she wouldn't give up, no matter how dramatic an exit he made.]
Huh? [Oh, right. That stuff. Cliff sighs and leans back against the couch, looking annoyed.] How should I know? Probably. [Curse you, supervisor! Curse you, worms!] I thought all it did was make you want to be close to people.