[ The need to fight off the silence is exactly why he speaks, so that what he says out loud, no matter how mundane and inconsequential it might seem, silences the voices in his head, the thoughts that ring far too loud for him to ignore when there's nothing else to focus on. He's just as relieved to hear her voice in response, slowing down his pace as he scrubs some dry stain sticking to one of the counters, his eyes flickering up to meet hers. ]
I know, that's why I like it. It calms me down. Makes me feel more like myself again.
[ She can probably guess in which context with just those few words. She knows well of Bruce's condition, he doesn't need to explain to her why it is so important for him to have things that do that for him.
Right now, in a way, the music is doing that again, too. Giving him back a little bit of himself. It's a very small thing, not nearly enough in the grander scheme of things, but at least he's no longer a shadow of someone weighing on the couch, waiting and hoping to fade or for the ground itself to swallow him whole. ]
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I know, that's why I like it. It calms me down. Makes me feel more like myself again.
[ She can probably guess in which context with just those few words. She knows well of Bruce's condition, he doesn't need to explain to her why it is so important for him to have things that do that for him.
Right now, in a way, the music is doing that again, too. Giving him back a little bit of himself. It's a very small thing, not nearly enough in the grander scheme of things, but at least he's no longer a shadow of someone weighing on the couch, waiting and hoping to fade or for the ground itself to swallow him whole. ]