Stop.
Stop.
He stares straight ahead, eyes half-lidded at his own reflection. Tilts his head one way, then the next.
Fucking disgusting.
There's a coupon for buy one get one free wings from KFC in his pocket. He forgot to give it to Az. He thinks that maybe he should first scribble something about that onto a piece of paper so Az can use it before next week when the expiration date ends, but decides against it in the end.
He sits in the car, blinking, counting his heartbeat, and of all things, worries about the game between the Panthers and the Dolphins.
Stop it.
Shaking, he inserts the key into the ignition and turns it on and lets himself close his eyes, breathing shallowly. He knows he's taking the easy way out-- but he doesn't like to hurt. All muscle and sinews, and he still doesn't like to get hurt. Laughable. Fucking hilarious.
He takes in a deep breath. Wasn't this suppose to go faster?
Wasn't this suppose to not hurt?
Wasn't this--