[ Maybe they wouldn't be cranked up to eleven if his mom had family. If there'd been anyone left over after she passed away. If he had a sibling. Anybody to wheel him back from self-isolation in the formative year or two after she passed away.
When he retreated into himself during that first year of grad school, all his college friends fell out of touch. Moved on with their lives or their post-graduate schools or their families. Stopped reaching out when he stopped answering them.
When he resurfaced again, it was after an iron box had been welded around parts of himself.
He puffs out a breathe, the endless impossible search for words for things he's refused to talk about. ]
I don't know. Something deeper than fucking... karaoke. The... go through an earthquake and fucking... bond over it emotionally kind of something?
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When he retreated into himself during that first year of grad school, all his college friends fell out of touch. Moved on with their lives or their post-graduate schools or their families. Stopped reaching out when he stopped answering them.
When he resurfaced again, it was after an iron box had been welded around parts of himself.
He puffs out a breathe, the endless impossible search for words for things he's refused to talk about. ]
I don't know. Something deeper than fucking... karaoke. The... go through an earthquake and fucking... bond over it emotionally kind of something?