[ Meaningful conversations with him turn into a long slow climb upwards circling around a mountain, because getting anything out of him that isn't either not the truth or an evasion or some other way of attempting to redirect attention away from anything that might demonstrate he has any weakness is about as easy as squeezing blood out of a stone.
Like that, exactly like that. She probably should have seen that coming, and for a moment she does waver because the more she has to push the more uncertain she feels about whether she's doing the right thing here or just trying to fix him for her own sake. ]
I need your help. [ Quietly, softly. An appeal, almost, to please work with her, let her help him. ] I need you to talk to me.
the life of ridiculous people
Like that, exactly like that. She probably should have seen that coming, and for a moment she does waver because the more she has to push the more uncertain she feels about whether she's doing the right thing here or just trying to fix him for her own sake. ]
I need your help. [ Quietly, softly. An appeal, almost, to please work with her, let her help him. ] I need you to talk to me.