. . . Yeah. No friggin' kidding. Some of those people I hadn't even met before. That was their first impression of me, isn't that screwed up?

[His stomach feels heavy even thinking about it. It's not like he can even choose what makes a worse first impression: having a mental breakdown over traumatic flashbacks, or being brutally beaten to death on live video. And these people had gotten both of them at once, so he doesn't even have to choose.

How nice.

He sighs and leans his own head back, staring at the ceiling rather than at William.]

But . . . I dunno. It just felt weird that you didn't know, I guess, after that.