[He has to search for the right words. How is he supposed to sum up all the things that are wrong and all the things he feels and wants and fears? Nothing makes sense, and it's visible in the way his eyes dart around the room that for him it's a real undertaking to sort through the blaring noises and confusing pictures he knows aren't real.]
...splintered?
[He's not sure that fits either, but it's the only word that comes to mind that he's sure fits into the sentence in a "coherent" way.]
The bits don't fit together. It tastes funny. I get lost a lot.
[There's another pause. His hands curl in the bottom of his shirt, and he chews his lip.]
It's only a little hole... If I wrap it will you stay with me?
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[He has to search for the right words. How is he supposed to sum up all the things that are wrong and all the things he feels and wants and fears? Nothing makes sense, and it's visible in the way his eyes dart around the room that for him it's a real undertaking to sort through the blaring noises and confusing pictures he knows aren't real.]
...splintered?
[He's not sure that fits either, but it's the only word that comes to mind that he's sure fits into the sentence in a "coherent" way.]
The bits don't fit together. It tastes funny. I get lost a lot.
[There's another pause. His hands curl in the bottom of his shirt, and he chews his lip.]
It's only a little hole... If I wrap it will you stay with me?