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“Yeah, but…that’s why he took me again. To ask me why.” He admitted, looking down again. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, but…that’s why he took me again. To ask me why.” He admitted, looking down again. “I’m sorry.”
"What does he care? I'm slightly less violent. He should be happy." Scipio muttered, covering his face again.
Bridge kept stroking his hair, which had remained soft through the entire ordeal. “I…I don’t know.”
"I should… I should probably try to move around." Scipio stood up unsteadily. "Sometimes it helps…" His legs seemed to be shaking quite a bit, and honestly, he wasn't sure if he could walk at this point.
"It doesn't…look like it is," Bridge commented, keeping his small arms steady around Scipio.
Scipio shrugged, deciding to just sway in place for now. He'd probably fall over or pass out if he tried to walk, and he didn't want that.
Bridge continued to pet him. He wasn't sure what would happen if he stopped, but that wasn't the only reason. It was soft, and he liked it. A lot.
"Stupid Dave… with his… his stupid face…" Scipio muttered, glaring at the door. He seemed to be a little disoriented. "I hate him…"
"I know. Me…me too." Bridge responded, keeping his other hand secure around Scipio.
"I didn't even do anything this time… why won't he just leave me alone?" Scipio crossed his arms and huffed.
"I don't know. I…I asked him that. He…he said that it was fun." Bridge answered, looking down as he remembered.
"I know… He's insane. I'm not insane, much as they think so. I'm perfectly aware of what I do. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result."
"I know you're not insane," He said, glad he at least knew something in this whole situation. "You're a…pshychopath, but not insane."
Scipio nodded. "They thought I was, but they're wrong. They always seem to be, don't they?" He leaned against the wall for support, keeping his eyes on the door.
Bridge nodded too. "I…I didn't even do anything except exist," He commented, glancing up at him, then to the door, and back.
"You see, they probably try to justify it by saying you'll go insane in here anyways. Not me, though. I've still got my wits. Not a great concept of time, but that's not that important." Scipio crossed his ankles, putting more of his weight against the wall.
"It's…I think it's December first," Bridge told him, making sure he didn't fall.
Scipio shrugged. "Makes no difference. We don't celebrate any holidays or anything here, so there's no point in knowing the day anyway."
"I know…know. Sorry," He mumbled quietly.
Scipio sat back down on the floor since his muscles were screaming at him. "It gets boring…"
He only nodded, pressing his lips together as Scipio's sentence faded away and the silence settled over them again.
"There's nothing to do in an asylum, honestly… I need stimulation. The… the nothingness is the worst part." Scipio ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
"There's a lot of nothingness," Bridge said, hesitantly leaning his head on Scipio's shoulder.
Scipio nodded and stared at the ground. "That part kills me the most… well, maybe next to Dave. Can't stand that guy."
"I know." He said simply and quietly, eventually leaning his head on Scipio's shoulder all the way. It was nice.
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