[oh. of course he said too much. stupid, stupid. that old REM song starts playing in his head, and he sighs, shaking his head in an attempt to turn it off. begone, Michael Stipe.]
It's alright, Peter, you don't - I don't expect you to - I understand if you don't know what to say to that.
[so, so stupid. what happened to the brain that wrote hundreds of scientific journals? what happened to the eloquent, charismatic businessman capable of bringing a boardroom to its feet? he realizes in that moment that he's no better at this now than he was years ago, faced with a very young boy with wide, wet eyes, asking him where his mother was going.]
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9/6/22 04:02 (UTC)It's alright, Peter, you don't - I don't expect you to - I understand if you don't know what to say to that.
[so, so stupid. what happened to the brain that wrote hundreds of scientific journals? what happened to the eloquent, charismatic businessman capable of bringing a boardroom to its feet? he realizes in that moment that he's no better at this now than he was years ago, faced with a very young boy with wide, wet eyes, asking him where his mother was going.]