"The usual, I'm a massive fuck-up and don't deserve good things, my countless flaws that there's basically a biography on. The fact I should trust someone's secondhand pity. It's...Tuesday. Maybe."

Sorry, Saya. It's not that easy today. he flops back, stretching out to deliberately kill any plant he can touch. "The jury's out again and the verdict is flaunt happiness at me while making it obvious I don't deserve any."

He stares up at the moon, tail slowly creeping toward the wood siding of the house.

"At least the moon's not full, so it's quiet tonight."