Re: Phone Call: Seven/Marta
[He gets the resistance. He gets why it doesn't even have the energy to be real resistance, and settles instead for that creeping lack of self-worth that means most of what he wants to say to her isn't going to make a goddamn difference. He sighs, and it's rough around the edges with something aiming for patience and falling short in ragged shreds.] I know that. It's not a blank slate. Getting clean doesn't undo anything, Marta. Trust me, I'm the last person in the world who's going to pretend like it does.
[And yeah, he's talking about everything between them, but he's also thinking about his mom. And for a wild moment he thinks about kicking something very hard with the sole of his boot, because he is so fucking sick of thinking about Marta and his mother in the same stretch of time.]