[The whole wave of emotion is crashing over on Matt's head. The past and those years of isolation and loneliness, he was trying to find his way in the world at St. Agnes. Anger was there, and it burned brighter and kept him warm. The chill of guilt and more had been repressed.
Matt was having his way with John's feelings and this--this is the combination move that's got him on the ropes.]
Good things. [Repeating it doesn't mean he believes it, he sniffs and scrunches his face. A grown man blubbering like this, he can't bring himself to care too deeply.]
John--[Matt's voice is a croak. He wants to say that truly his life was a burden to Jack. He could have moved on one way or the other. There was no way for him to really thrive if he had a disabled son, the sort of fatalistic, self depreciating things absorbed by the talk that heightened senses gave him. Youth and sensitivity didn't allow him to share what he heard.
He hears the familiar swinging sign up the street.]
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Matt was having his way with John's feelings and this--this is the combination move that's got him on the ropes.]
Good things. [Repeating it doesn't mean he believes it, he sniffs and scrunches his face. A grown man blubbering like this, he can't bring himself to care too deeply.]
John--[Matt's voice is a croak. He wants to say that truly his life was a burden to Jack. He could have moved on one way or the other. There was no way for him to really thrive if he had a disabled son, the sort of fatalistic, self depreciating things absorbed by the talk that heightened senses gave him. Youth and sensitivity didn't allow him to share what he heard.
He hears the familiar swinging sign up the street.]