“ yeah, okay, well—— ” gesturing mid-air as his rebuttal starts to trail off uselessly. the lighter slips back into his pocket, shoulders drawn up. “ sue me for thinkin' you'd have somethin' helpful to say. ”
a nod, gaze avoiding direct eye contact. he runs his thumb along the lighter. “ guess that makes you a pretty good judge of it then. congrats on, uh, y'know —— seein' it through. ”
“i'm not thinking it, ⠀⠀⠀really, ⠀⠀⠀i'm…” ⠀⠀⠀brows furrow slightly as he searches for the right words, ⠀⠀⠀all earnestness and hopeful. ⠀⠀⠀“i'm 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 it. ⠀⠀⠀and it's not easy, ⠀⠀⠀you know? ⠀⠀⠀i used to be addicted too.”
her eyes roll once he shakes his head — the lighter pointed in her direction, this jovial expression painted on her face. “ fuck me? 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, i can’t believe you fell for that! “
https://t.co/YpSqGYI9xq he almost throws the towel once, twice —— then starts to realise how much better his relationships are, how he can go through a panic attack without vomiting or destroying things around him. so he keeps going.
https://t.co/YpSqGYI9xq the concept of carmy getting therapy and trying to unlearn decades of bad coping mechanisms. having to build patience when healing takes much longer than he likes it to.
her facial expression is completely serious, her lips twitching into this widened grin as she starts laughing quietly — then loudly. “ i’m just messing with you, carm. “
there it is ; the corner of his lips twitching upward. “ i read that if you snap your fingers … it’s 𝐬͟𝐮͟𝐩͟𝐩͟𝐨͟𝐬͟𝐞͟𝐝 to help, like some sort of fuckin’, reverse psychology. “