Gunner didn't interrupt Hope, but just listened for a moment before he turned back around and looked at the kitchen counter that had all the random food items on it. His shoulders slouched and he started to slowly put things back away. His stomach growled again, but this time he ignored it once more.
It took him longer than it should have to find where everything should go, and when he finally turned to Hope again, his eyes were holding tears that hadn't yet spilled over.
"It was on the way home." He spoke quietly...sadly. "From work...or JT's...or something. I saw a car wreck and...I dunno..." His eyes fell to the floor. "I was already thinking about things, so it all came back and...I just couldn't help it."
He moved past Hope without explanation, and entered the living room where he sunk to the floor to sit in front of the couch. He pulled his knees up and stared into space for several quiet moments. "I can't stop it," he whispered. "No matter how hard I try...I can't not think about it. I have to solve it. I don't know how to control it." He paused to swallow hard, and tried to maintain control of his chaotic emotions. "I want to stop it...I want to solve it...I want to live...I want to die." His focus remains on nothingness, as if he'd forgotten Hope was even present. "It's all just...a blur...pulling me in opposite directions...and no rest...ever. I don't know who I am anymore."
Trent can't help but smile and he shakes his head at Thirteen, amused at her excitement. And...deep down...it felt good, too. It hadn't been easy for him to make this step and come, but...maybe it really was worth it.
"I don't care what we do," he answered. "Honest. Whether we stay here, go for a ten-hour walk, or drive 'til the wheels fall off. It's completely up to you. I know you gotta work too though, so I don't wanna disrupt your schedule too much."
4/26/13
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