"You need to sleep sometime."
And he knows she knows that. But how can he? All he can see in dreams are nightmares of that tragedy. And furthermore, at the end of everything, there is that red scarf flying in front of his face. Wonderful, right?
He must look pathetic with his bangs and pale face. Sure, his smile is already creepy and he can’t put a brave facade to save his life but it’s obvious he hasn’t sleep well in weeks.
Who would want to sleep knowing that what you will see is your past selves either dying by your very own hand or by a bullet? And more when some of them are about her falling from the roof and being swallowed by the snake. Damn it. No, he has no right to criticize. Mary has dealt with this longer than he. Pathetic. He must —should— be strong for her. She is so petite and delicate, and he is only disgusting.
"… Sorry." He says with a tired sigh.