Wolfgang looks at their hands in their lap, winces. It's always embarrassing to admit to people, because it changes how they think of you. Suddenly you're not just crazy, but crazy; this is as crazy as it gets. But he's right, they should have told him before. A long time before, like before they started kissing each other maybe. “There's never a good time to tell people. Hi, my name is Wolfgang, today the president call me and tell me to throw my television out the window.”
He's spoken about hearing voices before, maybe that should have been a sign that it would be okay, but people say a lot of things and then you try to sympathize with them and they look at you like you're crazy and you figure out you should have kept your mouth shut.
“I'm sorry, I should have said something. I just...”
I wanted you to get to know me first, and not assume things about me based on what dozens of horror movies have told you people like me are like. They can't say that, but a thought like it hovers somewhere in the back of their mind, not clear enough to put into words. They start chewing up their fingernails.