[video]

[scotch_egg]

[when he appears he looks more like an unmade bed than usual. His eyes are red rimmed and bloodshot. There's an obvious hotel room behind him and more than one empty bottle of something someone with a heart condition really shouldn't be drinking-- and it shows]

Congratulations,

You win. You've got it all. Magic, reincarnation, astral fucking projection for all I know. You don't really belong in this normal world, you're not just another bloody sheep, you're something better. Something more.

Good for you and I hope it doesn't blow up in your bloody face.

'Bye.

[and he hangs up. Or at least covers the phone with his hand which is the same thing]

Comments

[bearshermark]

...You are too, you know.

[scotch_egg]

[ugh this fucking kid]

Go to hell.

[bearshermark]

[Apparently he's been there once already- or something like it anyway]

What is it that you hate about this so much?

[scotch_egg]

If you can't see it then you never bloody will.

[bearshermark]

[He can't, only gets a vague sense that like Clarence, the man's memories may have been less than pleasant]

I'm sorry.

[scotch_egg]

Sod off. I don't need your fucking sympathy.

[bearshermark]

[After a moment spent weighing his options, Elliott decides that they've never gotten on, and it doesn't seem like they're about to start, so he'd likely only wind up antagonizing him further if he insisted]

Okay. I hope you feel better.

[scotch_egg]

[now you get to feel superior. Well done. He slides the phone into the bin]