[Angus looks back at the fragile objects when Clementine makes her suggestion, apparently weighing his options.]
...Maybe.
[His brow knits and he looks pointedly away from her, trying to hide how upset he's feeling, remembering why he's here.]
I've broken things before. On purpose. Tore my pillow. Thrown a glass. Kicked over vases. I act out and mess things up even though I pretend to be a good kid.
So I don't know... I don't know why it has to be so hard.
[He doesn't seek out situations where he ends up breaking things, is the thing. When he gets upset, when he feels like he's the worst and his brain is full of cotton, he just acts. And then he regrets it. It just makes things worse.
Feeling pain swell up in his chest again, anger at adults and his parents and the world and Georgia even though he shouldn't be angry at her and he cares so much about what she thinks of him, he picks up a glass.
He lets go of it.
Glass shatters at his feet. It's so dangerous, shards right by his shoes, but his mind is blank and he doesn't think about that right now.
The spell broken, he pushes over a whole table of china, and pieces scatter across the floor. He looks incredibly angry, an expression few people see on Angus. He glares at the broken bits of porcelain.]
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...Maybe.
[His brow knits and he looks pointedly away from her, trying to hide how upset he's feeling, remembering why he's here.]
I've broken things before. On purpose. Tore my pillow. Thrown a glass. Kicked over vases. I act out and mess things up even though I pretend to be a good kid.
So I don't know... I don't know why it has to be so hard.
[He doesn't seek out situations where he ends up breaking things, is the thing. When he gets upset, when he feels like he's the worst and his brain is full of cotton, he just acts. And then he regrets it. It just makes things worse.
Feeling pain swell up in his chest again, anger at adults and his parents and the world and Georgia even though he shouldn't be angry at her and he cares so much about what she thinks of him, he picks up a glass.
He lets go of it.
Glass shatters at his feet. It's so dangerous, shards right by his shoes, but his mind is blank and he doesn't think about that right now.
The spell broken, he pushes over a whole table of china, and pieces scatter across the floor. He looks incredibly angry, an expression few people see on Angus. He glares at the broken bits of porcelain.]