.... *Malba releases a soft sigh, a bitter smirk briefly appearing on his lips. He doesn't have the energy to keep up the asshole act. He'd just have to worry the kid.* ...I... I can't control it, Lloyd. Why do... you think I told you not to trust me? I'm "sick" all right. Sick in the head. I don't... want to be like this. You think I like being a fucking dick all the time? Heh.... It's fucking... annoying.
*With this, the man sits on his bed with a thump, wincing a bit. He doesn't really feel like standing... Or breathing.* Just... Take off, alright? I'll be okay in a little bit.