[ And again -- it's like John isn't listening, their usual rapport evaporated. Harold told John to stop offering to leave and he keeps doing it. The typical way they can read through each other's words is completely absent, and Harold feels stranded and bereft, underscoring his loss. John is here and not dead in an immediate sense, but there's no connection. Trying to grasp that frayed thread feels like he'd be trying to catch a live wire. ]
No, [ he refutes simply, and starts making his way out. ] I can't stay here with all these memories. I'll come back for my computers later.
[ Once he's made a decision, he's implacable; there's a profound relief to deciding to do something and then carrying it out, letting his frantic mind rest until it's done. Even living upstairs he thinks will be difficult, but at least Shaw's apartment is something that didn't exist at home, something he has no associations with. It's the best he can do while resisting the urge to pitch himself entirely off the map. ]
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No, [ he refutes simply, and starts making his way out. ] I can't stay here with all these memories. I'll come back for my computers later.
[ Once he's made a decision, he's implacable; there's a profound relief to deciding to do something and then carrying it out, letting his frantic mind rest until it's done. Even living upstairs he thinks will be difficult, but at least Shaw's apartment is something that didn't exist at home, something he has no associations with. It's the best he can do while resisting the urge to pitch himself entirely off the map. ]