[The mental voice is... hesitant. Like he's trying his best to modulate his tone, and not sure if he's speaking too loudly or too softly.]
(This has probably been a long time coming... but I have to admit. I'm not good with people in my head.) [A flicker of regret and flashing images quickly stifled.] (Or at controlling what goes through my mind. Someone here called them flashbacks. Guess that works out.)
(It's a long story.)
[So please don't ask, goes unsaid, but like a lot of things here, it's probably felt.]
(But it's been affecting others here, and for that, I'm sorry. I need to be better at this. So I'm asking for help...)
[So he doesn't accidentally overwhelm the wrong person with the wrong memory. Or panic right in front of someone.]
(And before anyone asks - the answer to 'are you okay' is ... not something I want to talk about right now. Sorry.)
[Wait, wait, crap. How does he close this. There's a flustered feeling before just... the mental image of a closed comm connection. He figures that's as good as anything.]
[For anyone who wants to talk in person, he's hauled himself back up onto the roof, bundled up into an oversized hoodie. Black, of course. Hands shoved into his pockets. Probably being all brooding-looking while inside, he's just wondering what it's like to pilot one of the vehicles he sees zooming around.]
(This has probably been a long time coming... but I have to admit. I'm not good with people in my head.) [A flicker of regret and flashing images quickly stifled.] (Or at controlling what goes through my mind. Someone here called them flashbacks. Guess that works out.)
(It's a long story.)
[So please don't ask, goes unsaid, but like a lot of things here, it's probably felt.]
(But it's been affecting others here, and for that, I'm sorry. I need to be better at this. So I'm asking for help...)
[So he doesn't accidentally overwhelm the wrong person with the wrong memory. Or panic right in front of someone.]
(And before anyone asks - the answer to 'are you okay' is ... not something I want to talk about right now. Sorry.)
[Wait, wait, crap. How does he close this. There's a flustered feeling before just... the mental image of a closed comm connection. He figures that's as good as anything.]
[For anyone who wants to talk in person, he's hauled himself back up onto the roof, bundled up into an oversized hoodie. Black, of course. Hands shoved into his pockets. Probably being all brooding-looking while inside, he's just wondering what it's like to pilot one of the vehicles he sees zooming around.]
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