[Openish] The little voice in my head won't let me forget
Shaun Mason is having an argument with either himself or the dalmation puppy in his lap. Or so it would appear, to anyone sneaking up on him in the common room he's sitting in, muttering under his breath as he scritches Vector under her chin and behind her ears. What most people, unless they were psychic, wouldn't realise is that he's having an argument with someone else entirely, even if that someone is a figment of his imagination.
She knows something's wrong, Shaun, she's not stupid.
"No she doesn't," he snaps, soft enough you'd have to be next to him to make the words out. "She doesn't have to know. Just drop the subject, George. I'm fine."
You're still having arguments with the voice in your head, I think you're a bit beyond "fine".
Ah, psychosis. And puppies!
She knows something's wrong, Shaun, she's not stupid.
"No she doesn't," he snaps, soft enough you'd have to be next to him to make the words out. "She doesn't have to know. Just drop the subject, George. I'm fine."
You're still having arguments with the voice in your head, I think you're a bit beyond "fine".
Ah, psychosis. And puppies!