Elliot gives a soft little rasp of a laugh, his eyes closing against the affectionate and soothing scritch of fingers across his scalp. Despite Mr Robot, this suddenly feels like it was a good idea, the kind of sweet contentment he has so rarely experienced in his life.
"You don't like him." The irony there is obvious. Elliot doesn't really like him either, but what does Elliot like about himself. But he does have to concede that Mr Robot can be particularly unlikeable. Mostly because he doesn't seem to give a shit about anything.
Krista had postulated that a split personality originated from some kind of self-defense mechanism, though Elliot straight up never told her enough about himself for her to postulate what he might need protection from, beyond his own anxiety. But Mr Robot doesn't keep him safe. Mr Robot drags them both into trouble, time and time again.
"Listen," he manages. "Don't worry about it, okay? He's basically powerless, except for talking shit." Slightly less powerless if other people can see him, but maybe it's just Hadrian.
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"You don't like him." The irony there is obvious. Elliot doesn't really like him either, but what does Elliot like about himself. But he does have to concede that Mr Robot can be particularly unlikeable. Mostly because he doesn't seem to give a shit about anything.
Krista had postulated that a split personality originated from some kind of self-defense mechanism, though Elliot straight up never told her enough about himself for her to postulate what he might need protection from, beyond his own anxiety. But Mr Robot doesn't keep him safe. Mr Robot drags them both into trouble, time and time again.
"Listen," he manages. "Don't worry about it, okay? He's basically powerless, except for talking shit." Slightly less powerless if other people can see him, but maybe it's just Hadrian.