[He sits up, frowning unhappily as something he really doesn't want to think about nags at his brain. He was a jerk. To Mabel, to Sansa, to everyone he talked to. But the fact is, nothing he said was anything new. Not really. Sure, he would never have normally said it, but he'd thought it all before, in his darkest moments. Does that mean he's usually a jerk? And worse, does that mean the stuff everyone else said to him is stuff they'd actually thought as well?
He reaches for a handful of Mabel's sprinkles. They won't help, but it's kind of nice to pretend they might.]
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[He sits up, frowning unhappily as something he really doesn't want to think about nags at his brain. He was a jerk. To Mabel, to Sansa, to everyone he talked to. But the fact is, nothing he said was anything new. Not really. Sure, he would never have normally said it, but he'd thought it all before, in his darkest moments. Does that mean he's usually a jerk? And worse, does that mean the stuff everyone else said to him is stuff they'd actually thought as well?
He reaches for a handful of Mabel's sprinkles. They won't help, but it's kind of nice to pretend they might.]