[ Truth jabbed straight into him is honestly the only way he's going to be able to pull his drunk ass together. Everyone's allowed their little crisis, but the ship goes on.

...and with it, whatever the hell is going on with these memories and changes. ]

I know. I... I know.

[ He's so tired. Those floaty blobs really showed him how messed up he really is when the pain and anxiety went away, and now this. ]

...any chance you can leave this off any logs? [ It takes him some time to get his words together, but he's at least making sentences? ] I don't want my parents to read how bad things got if they somehow get my records one day.