[He had wondered what had happened to Noah following the incident. Most of the months following had been filled with self-pity and being forced to face emotions he’d buried so deeply he didn’t know he had them. That’s what ushered in nightmares of how things could have gone differently. Jail, maybe. It was easier to focus on the personal consequences. But the images that truly haunted him were of a lifeless blonde body and hands covered in blood. It’s still hard to admit that he has regret, and harder still to call it guilt.
[What he has the most of is anger with too many sources to understand where it’s coming from a lot of the time. Cognitive behavioral therapy was supposed to help him break that down. You feel bad because you did something bad. He’d been evaluated as not entirely bankrupt of empathy. But he doesn’t allow himself to admit that someone else’s pain could exacerbate his own. He’d never learned to operate that way before.]
I do and I did. I also do and did like Latin.
It evens out. But your life seems far more interesting than mine.
[Is he being complimentary or self-deprecating? Don’t use self pity to try to get what you want.
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[What he has the most of is anger with too many sources to understand where it’s coming from a lot of the time. Cognitive behavioral therapy was supposed to help him break that down. You feel bad because you did something bad. He’d been evaluated as not entirely bankrupt of empathy. But he doesn’t allow himself to admit that someone else’s pain could exacerbate his own. He’d never learned to operate that way before.]
I do and I did. I also do and did like Latin.
It evens out. But your life seems far more interesting than mine.
[Is he being complimentary or self-deprecating? Don’t use self pity to try to get what you want.
[Like hell he even knows what that is.]
How have you been?