[ More than anything else Philip wants to reassure Dean that he's perfectly fine. Needless to say that bending the truth is required to achieve this goal.
Needless to add that there are currently certain aspects of the truth that refuse to be bent or shifted in any way, aspects that are still screaming, "HEY DEAN, REMEMBER HOW YOU SHOT ME AND STABBED MY EYE OUT".
That involuntary flich was only one of them. One Philip sincerely wishes Dean hadn't noticed, especially since he can only guess all too well what it translates to in his friend's mind. ]
It wasn't me.
[ Much as Philip loves avoidance as a coping tool, there's an elephant in the room and he's playing guitar hooked up on a speaker system. ]
You attacked Clarence, not me.
[ He turns to look at Dean. ]
You know that, right?
{Really now? When did that happen? Pretty sure I was out for your little mafia party. }
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Needless to add that there are currently certain aspects of the truth that refuse to be bent or shifted in any way, aspects that are still screaming, "HEY DEAN, REMEMBER HOW YOU SHOT ME AND STABBED MY EYE OUT".
That involuntary flich was only one of them. One Philip sincerely wishes Dean hadn't noticed, especially since he can only guess all too well what it translates to in his friend's mind. ]
It wasn't me.
[ Much as Philip loves avoidance as a coping tool, there's an elephant in the room and he's playing guitar hooked up on a speaker system. ]
You attacked Clarence, not me.
[ He turns to look at Dean. ]
You know that, right?
{Really now? When did that happen? Pretty sure I was out for your little mafia party. }