[His chest aches as she tells him about how limited time can really be, how much it's going to hurt her when he's not there and he thinks, without any prelude, of how opening up another bottle would fix that.
He can't bring himself to do that when Elizabeth is trying to ...do something. This is more than just talking - it's nowhere near as benign as their arguing before. Everything took a turn for the darker and Booker can feel that easily.
Being friends? Elizabeth actively wanting to be his friend? A grown man should have at least had some friends in his life but Booker is hard pressed to think about any that he let stick around. It should be sad to know that but Booker can't really feel anything right now. He's comfortably numb and Elizabeth is picking away at it.]
Yeah. Elizabeth. [Hes careful as he talks. Walking a thin line between spilling everything and keeping the status quo silence.]
We're friends.
[He tries to smile for her then but it just comes out weak. Watered down.]
I just...
[don't want you to hate me. want you to judge me and just get it over with because it's going to happen someday and it's going to kill me. want to keep trying. don't know how to keep trying.]
I have no idea what I'm doing.
[Booker rubs a hand over his face and the laughter that follows? The quiet, choked sound of it? Is desperate.]
no subject
He can't bring himself to do that when Elizabeth is trying to ...do something. This is more than just talking - it's nowhere near as benign as their arguing before. Everything took a turn for the darker and Booker can feel that easily.
Being friends? Elizabeth actively wanting to be his friend? A grown man should have at least had some friends in his life but Booker is hard pressed to think about any that he let stick around. It should be sad to know that but Booker can't really feel anything right now. He's comfortably numb and Elizabeth is picking away at it.]
Yeah. Elizabeth. [Hes careful as he talks. Walking a thin line between spilling everything and keeping the status quo silence.]
We're friends.
[He tries to smile for her then but it just comes out weak. Watered down.]
I just...
[don't want you to hate me.
want you to judge me and just get it over with because it's going to happen someday and it's going to kill me.
want to keep trying.
don't know how to keep trying.]
I have no idea what I'm doing.
[Booker rubs a hand over his face and the laughter that follows? The quiet, choked sound of it? Is desperate.]