[Tiger wraps his arms around his belly, sinking into himself and the pillow, phasing the rest of the world out. Everything hurts so much. It keeps hurting so much. And everything he does that takes him further away from who he thought he was also takes him further away from having any idea who he is. He just feels so empty inside. Like he's breaking apart.
Which is maybe why the song finds its way out of him, anyway. Feeling so distant from everything, he also feels more distant from possibilities of fear and humiliation. With Greg singing in the dimness of the bathroom, it's the only thing he can think about.
His voice is soft and so incredibly frail when he sings. Does it even really count as singing at all? All the same, the words still come, halting and wavering.]
Dear old dad...remember when...you would sing to me... We could do it again...? Dear old dad...
[He trails off, his heart clenching inside of him. Even as the words come to mind, he can't sing them. It hurts too much.
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Which is maybe why the song finds its way out of him, anyway. Feeling so distant from everything, he also feels more distant from possibilities of fear and humiliation. With Greg singing in the dimness of the bathroom, it's the only thing he can think about.
His voice is soft and so incredibly frail when he sings. Does it even really count as singing at all? All the same, the words still come, halting and wavering.]
Dear old dad...remember when...you would sing to me...
We could do it again...?
Dear old dad...
[He trails off, his heart clenching inside of him. Even as the words come to mind, he can't sing them. It hurts too much.
He falls silent.]