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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"I'm not stupid, I'm mentally ill," he yelled. "And look at how that's made everyone look at me," he added as several faces which had snapped to his suddenly became vastly interested in their food or menus.

He followed Ophelia out of the restaurant, grabbing his coat from the waiter and apologising to him briefly. He called after her. She stopped a few paces away but didn't turn to face him. His long legs ate up the distance and he stepped around her, stomach churning.

He was on the verge of crying with anger too now. He should be taking a calming draft, but instead he was standing in front of a woman who had just announced his condition to a whole restaurant. Just thrown it in his face, used one of the things he was most vulnerable about against him.

"Ophelia," he said, words simmering with anger but quieter now. "You can't do that. You can't use my PTSD against me like that. People don't believe it's real. If you can't cope with me snapping once in a while for no reason, if you can't cope with my libido being all over the place, if you can't cope with the reality of my life... we can't do this any more."