Intellectually, he knows he's not nearly as bad as he thinks he is. He'd handed in his resignation and they threatened his family, the same family that didn't even come to his funeral, sure. But his family all the same.
If someone came to him with that story, Terry would be quick to point out what an impossible situation that was. How there was no such thing as the 'right'choice. But it's the fact that he made the choice that keeps him up at night. That a father who never returned his calls and the vague promise of help for his mother meant more to him then the wellbeing of countless others.
The sound of the mug shattering jolts Terry out of the dark hallways of his mind. Something productive and helpful he can do instead of a solo pity party, and he hops off the counter to help Robbie clean up the pieces.
There's an almost-joke on the tip of his tongue, about facing Vance after playing monster. About how he's just the kind of guy who makes you want to be better and he doesn't even know it. But the joke dies on his lips and Terry sighs, looking down at the shards in his hand. There's a metaphor here, if he thinks about it.
"How about a deal? I don't pretend like I'm okay around you, and you don't bullshit me either." It's the most direct he's ever been with Robbie, but after this early-morning chat it's hardly as if Terry can sit behind a desk and be the healthy mind dispensing advice and trying to coax some honesty out of him.
Neither of them is okay, and it's becoming more obvious on Terry's part than he ever wanted it to.
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If someone came to him with that story, Terry would be quick to point out what an impossible situation that was. How there was no such thing as the 'right'choice. But it's the fact that he made the choice that keeps him up at night. That a father who never returned his calls and the vague promise of help for his mother meant more to him then the wellbeing of countless others.
The sound of the mug shattering jolts Terry out of the dark hallways of his mind. Something productive and helpful he can do instead of a solo pity party, and he hops off the counter to help Robbie clean up the pieces.
There's an almost-joke on the tip of his tongue, about facing Vance after playing monster. About how he's just the kind of guy who makes you want to be better and he doesn't even know it. But the joke dies on his lips and Terry sighs, looking down at the shards in his hand. There's a metaphor here, if he thinks about it.
"How about a deal? I don't pretend like I'm okay around you, and you don't bullshit me either." It's the most direct he's ever been with Robbie, but after this early-morning chat it's hardly as if Terry can sit behind a desk and be the healthy mind dispensing advice and trying to coax some honesty out of him.
Neither of them is okay, and it's becoming more obvious on Terry's part than he ever wanted it to.