[Oh no, he's been called out. Elliot stares at his phone for a moment like a deer in the headlights. He's not sure how he's supposed to respond, other than maybe find some cliff to fling himself off of.]
You're not?
I mean, I know I screwed up. I'm still figuring out when it's okay to talk about the memories, but I really did go too far to use it that way. It's not like I think you're just like your past self, and I'd never expect you to be either-
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You're not?
I mean, I know I screwed up. I'm still figuring out when it's okay to talk about the memories, but I really did go too far to use it that way. It's not like I think you're just like your past self, and I'd never expect you to be either-
[Oh god he's rambling.]
Sorry, rambling. I'll stop.