[He flinched, just a tiny bit, surprised at the sudden pat of his head. It was nice to know the other was saying he could talk about it. It was nice to know that he could talk to him, but he was still sure he was crazy]

I'm just... I mean... [He huffed, moving now, drawing away from the boys shoulder and sitting up, pulling his legs over the couch and sitting indian style behind the boy. Leaning on his knee with his elbow he rested his head in a hand and sighed, a deep frustrated sigh.] You see the guys down town, in the first sector... walking along by themselves with a dirty trench coat and dirty beards, waving a hand at no one and talking to some higher power or some person not there or something. You know, then real crazy guys who piss away every last dollar the get on a cheap bottle of booze and are just...-talking- to themselves? Yeah... I feel like that sometimes.

[Oh god, could he make more of a mess of all this? He doesn't just -feel- like that. He's seen it, in his visions. In his mind. He's pretty sure it's him too, but he won't cover that, cus he's not positive either. It could have been anyone. Not to mention the father voice. He was talking to that, wasn't he? --Arg! He closed his eyes again, clearly frustrated still]

I'm going to end up like that... talking to someone who isn't there.