Rekker was getting annoyed too, furious that the Swede wouldn't conform to what was going on in his mind. He didn't want to hear any of this, none of it. He wanted to wallow in his own emotions and feelings without someone trying to derail them.
Slowly he pushed himself up to sitting. His hair was a mess, needing to be brushed and he didn't do anything to get it out of his face.
"Leave me the fuck alone." Rekker's voice was agitated as he pushed both hands into the singer's chest and shoved him away. He might get violent at this rate, felt angry inside, though he rarely hurt people in these moods, himself that was another matter. "Don't you fucking listen bitch? Get the fuck away from me."
He's not even really looking at the Swede and then just lays back down. The arguing exhausting him. He felt like crying, not from pain but because he had no control, because he wasn't able to conform reality to his internal environment. One more failure. He was a failure and his mind was spiraling into darker thoughts.
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Date: 2021-10-30 08:28 pm (UTC)Slowly he pushed himself up to sitting. His hair was a mess, needing to be brushed and he didn't do anything to get it out of his face.
"Leave me the fuck alone." Rekker's voice was agitated as he pushed both hands into the singer's chest and shoved him away. He might get violent at this rate, felt angry inside, though he rarely hurt people in these moods, himself that was another matter. "Don't you fucking listen bitch? Get the fuck away from me."
He's not even really looking at the Swede and then just lays back down. The arguing exhausting him. He felt like crying, not from pain but because he had no control, because he wasn't able to conform reality to his internal environment. One more failure. He was a failure and his mind was spiraling into darker thoughts.