( he does say it, kind of reflexively, ) Fuck 'em, I don't care, ( but he sits down beside her, while she's talking, and eventually he just kind of leans against her shoulder and lets the flow of it, bitter and honest, wash over him.
he doesn't want to hear about what he should and shouldn't be doing, he just wants - he doesn't really know. but sally isn't asking him to know, she's just sitting here with him and talking about how bullshit it all is and it really is, so he can handle that. this as much understanding as he feels able to reach for. he's just going to sit here for a little while, holding the plate and the sandwich and being beside her. )
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he doesn't want to hear about what he should and shouldn't be doing, he just wants - he doesn't really know. but sally isn't asking him to know, she's just sitting here with him and talking about how bullshit it all is and it really is, so he can handle that. this as much understanding as he feels able to reach for. he's just going to sit here for a little while, holding the plate and the sandwich and being beside her. )