Once he's free, Sheehan sits up with a groan, sore and sick and miserable. He rubs his face, talking behind his hands. "Don't apologize, detective. It was the right move. The amount of times I've done that with my own patients to keep them calm is - innumerable."
And it's true. He feels no ill will at all towards Arthur for anything that he did. This was - all him. All his own mind betraying him in a way that has become absolutely terrifying to think about. This is Andrew's life, he tells himself quietly.
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Date: 2023-10-19 01:04 am (UTC)And it's true. He feels no ill will at all towards Arthur for anything that he did. This was - all him. All his own mind betraying him in a way that has become absolutely terrifying to think about. This is Andrew's life, he tells himself quietly.