Hi! How have you been doing? Sorry for popping in like this. Just wanted to see how you are holding up.
Hey, are you alright? You look a bit nervous.
Everyone’s always uncomfortable around me. Do you think I haven’t noticed?
Just because I’ve gone off before, people act like I’m bound to go off.
I’m not a monster, you know. So how do you think that makes me feel?
Stop standing there with your cutlery mid-air. Relax. Finish your meal. What are you having? Red herring?
Listen, I’m sorry about the last time, the time before that, and so on.
I didn’t mean to get fired off like that.
I felt it was inevitable, like some kind of a mandate.
But I’ve been thinking. I don’t want to be like that anymore.
I did some soul searching and even went and saw a therapist. We talked about my childhood, my father and all that.
I know I have a long way to go, but for once in my life, I feel like I have a choice. Like I’m finally my own.
So here I am, and I want to apologize for how I’ve behaved. I’m so sorry. Please let me kiss your hand.
Wait, is that a new bracelet?
Let me see. There’s an inscription.
Love from O.R? Who is O.R?
You are seeing that Occam’s Razor! That sneaky bastard! I knew it! Double-faced piece of junk!
Okay. Put that knife down.
I promise I’m not gonna go off. PUT IT DOWN!
YOU STAB ME! How could you?
You know what?
No more triggers, no more blowing a fuse.
I have a choice, and although you stabbed me in the back, I choose to forgive you.
I know we’ve both missed the marks in many ways, but maybe we can give this another shot. What do you say?
It’s your choice.