"'s what happens. You start lettin' people in, getting close, you gotta... relearn how to do all this shit," I say quietly. Or maybe learn for the first time. I say it in this simple, abstract sorta way, but it's coming from experience. It still feels like years of my life are missing. All this time, and I missed out on all the rules.
"I pushed Logan too hard, you know? Wanted things to be perfect, wanted him to tell me everything... this perfect fuckin' picket-fence life that I think I dreamed up when I was eight and then forgot that I even wanted. It doesn't work like that, you know? Hobbes... he'll figure out you can't give him everything, all at once. But you gotta give him somethin', you know?"
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"I pushed Logan too hard, you know? Wanted things to be perfect, wanted him to tell me everything... this perfect fuckin' picket-fence life that I think I dreamed up when I was eight and then forgot that I even wanted. It doesn't work like that, you know? Hobbes... he'll figure out you can't give him everything, all at once. But you gotta give him somethin', you know?"