[He looks away from John when he's done unbuttoning his shirt around his neck, pressing the heel of his hand against his eyes because the last thing he wants is to cry, but he can't make it stop. The tears still start to pour out, his shoulders still shudder with quiet sobs. John's right - he does hate himself. He woke up to a nightmare where he can't even recognize his actions.]
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How can you say that?