You think I want things to be like this? Where I can't trust you because everything you said about trying to be better turned out to be another lie the second you decided I couldn't take care of myself? Where you have no idea what you want out of your future anymore but one with me in it isn't worth taking a single risk over, so you're just going to sit around without a plan figuring you can just be miserable forever? I'm not the one who doesn't care, Bill!
[Bill is so beyond being able to absorb any of this; it all just kind of hits as a wall of sound. He looks like someone who just had a bomb go off next to him and can only hear ringing in his hears and nothing else.]
YEAH, [he says, hoping that will make sense as a response to whatever the fuck Ford said and will allow him to smoothly exit this conversation.]
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[Bill's tone goes breezy, businesslike.]
WE MADE A CONTRACT YOUR FIRST WEEK HERE. RESTRICTIONS ON ME, NOT YOU. I'M DISSOLVING IT.
[He snaps - click. Nothing happens, because it was never real except in Bill's mind.]
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Oh, I don't care?
You think I want things to be like this? Where I can't trust you because everything you said about trying to be better turned out to be another lie the second you decided I couldn't take care of myself? Where you have no idea what you want out of your future anymore but one with me in it isn't worth taking a single risk over, so you're just going to sit around without a plan figuring you can just be miserable forever? I'm not the one who doesn't care, Bill!
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YEAH, [he says, hoping that will make sense as a response to whatever the fuck Ford said and will allow him to smoothly exit this conversation.]
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You're a real piece of work.
[If shutting the door in Bill's face counts as a smooth exit, Bill gets it. There's a pause, and then a thunk as Ford's fist hits the wood.]
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