"Heavy," he remarked, with a shade less snark than usual. Dee had told him things, given him just enough to know without having to pry. In a small town like Clover, an illness like schizophrenia seemed like fiction. Something that happened on television and in films but never affected real people.
Sometimes it was disconcerting to think he had been a reluctant part of a collective ignorance.
Chewing his cheek, he wondered if it was too crass to ask, but then decided he didn't really care. If she got mad, he had time to leave before he had to worry about Poison or Jack getting pissed with him. "What's it like?" he asked, honestly curious. "Having the voices, I mean."
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Date: 2017-04-05 01:34 am (UTC)Sometimes it was disconcerting to think he had been a reluctant part of a collective ignorance.
Chewing his cheek, he wondered if it was too crass to ask, but then decided he didn't really care. If she got mad, he had time to leave before he had to worry about Poison or Jack getting pissed with him. "What's it like?" he asked, honestly curious. "Having the voices, I mean."