[Another pregnant pause on his end. A moment, where his voice is muffled because he put his face in his hands and had to rub them across his mouth and try not to sigh aloud. Because how the hell do you explain something like that?]
[How do you explain that that's what you feel, every time the pills skitter away from your fingertips and your mind open fires and your back arches? How do you explain that it's just something you learn to live with - every time?]
Max. I need to know...if you've seen It.
[The weight and emphasis he lends the word is dark, and heavy. And profound enough that he doubts it'll need clarification.]
[Voice]
[How do you explain that that's what you feel, every time the pills skitter away from your fingertips and your mind open fires and your back arches? How do you explain that it's just something you learn to live with - every time?]
Max. I need to know...if you've seen It.
[The weight and emphasis he lends the word is dark, and heavy. And profound enough that he doubts it'll need clarification.]
Since then.