Re: [Call: Amy/Si]
[Half a grunt/laugh of acknowledgement, and he fucked around with his phone for a handful of seconds. He just sent her the YouTube link. A sniff, then he tried to focus. As he lights a cigarette:] I'll always worry. [He used her words deliberately, but he meant them. Inhale. Exhale.] It's like you want to get me off the phone. [He worked at the window a second.] What's he messaging about now? [A not-so-happy laugh.] He told me I haven't 'done this without using for a while.' This being 'dealing with shit.' [A shake of his head.] I know what I am. Everyone else knows what I am. I don't know why it hurts my fucking feelings.