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[bearshermark]

What good things have happened since you've come here?


[Please tell him there are some good things]

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[bearshermark]

[Eleven's breath stutters in his chest and he swallows in an effort to abate further tears.

Give up on himself? He's nearly done that once before, but other people's faith in him had worn at him enough to try. Now..]

..I don't want to, but it feels like I just keep making things worse.

[scrapgege]

[El, have you not listened? Don't hold back the tears.]

Have a cry. Blow your nose real hard. Go scream at the sea. and then go have something warm to drink.

[bearshermark]

[Willfully ignore that advice in fact. :c

Eleven shakes his head]

Don't. I'm not- I've done that too much already.

[scrapgege]

As you wish. But you know, it helps. Believe me, I've done it many times.

[he won't force you, though.]

[bearshermark]

[He breathes a forced sigh and glares out at the ocean, then rubs an agitated hand at the corner of his eye]

I'm just tired of feeling like that's all I do. It seems like everyone else is doing better than I am with all this.

[scrapgege]

Some of us just have had more practice at hiding it.

[Trust him on that, he's 800 years old and he still screams at the sea sometimes.]

[bearshermark]

[Eleven hums and sniffs, then settles]

I guess that's true, but everything has been so awful..