He wanted to tell her she didn't know what she was talking about, but there was no way he could say it in a way that she would believe, no way to say it in a way that wouldn't risk making him cry. Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah it was about him and Kaden didn't know how to live with all these things inside his head and chest and stomach and guts that were about him.
Marcie's sigh kind of helped. At least she was sad about him too, sometimes. Marcie was never sad in the same way that Kaden was sad though, and it tore him up inside, being alone like that. "Was his birthday, the other week," he muttered, because maybe what he needed was for Marcie to get upset too. His voice felt numb, like an arm that had been punched too much. "Not that birthdays are a thing when you're dead."