[Obviously. He looks at the photo again, his mouth turned down at the corners, sour.]
What do you think this is going to do? Give me hope? Hope that he'll come here and be trapped here instead of living with his family, where he's supposed to be? Hope that he's clinging to the memories of his friend from fifty years ago who got himself killed? I don't want that. I want him to live the life I was too fucking stupid to. I won't be any less angry if he shows up.
[An obvious lie. But he would very much like it to be true.]
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[Obviously. He looks at the photo again, his mouth turned down at the corners, sour.]
What do you think this is going to do? Give me hope? Hope that he'll come here and be trapped here instead of living with his family, where he's supposed to be? Hope that he's clinging to the memories of his friend from fifty years ago who got himself killed? I don't want that. I want him to live the life I was too fucking stupid to. I won't be any less angry if he shows up.
[An obvious lie. But he would very much like it to be true.]