[ reaches out to seize the other boy by the shoulders and make him turn back around. ]
I've already killed you once! Do you understand that? You died -- in my arms -- and it's... [ he reaches a hand up to his head, the memories are still tangled together but ] It's been months.
I have months of memories in my head of -- of mourning you and missing you and hating myself for letting you talk me into that and dreaming of you and -- and even though some of those dreams were nightmares, I'd wake up and want desperately to go back to sleep because at least there you were still...
[ he's out of breath, his head is pounding, and he wants so much to punch you. but there are tears in his eyes and that makes it hard to see straight enough for punching. ]