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"Holy shit."
"Get out."
"Marvin, what the fuck?"
"Please get out?"
"No. Marvin... What? Why?" He was at a loss for words. There was Marvin sitting on the bathroom floor, blood and cuts littering his pale arms.
"Go away."
"Talk to me."
"No."
"Marvin."
"I'm fine, okay? Just go."
"Not until you talk to me."
"You're going to be stuck here for a long time then."
"That's fine."
Marvin broke after thirty minutes.
"I've done this since I was a kid, you know. This really isn't a big deal."
"How old were you the first time?"
"I can't remember. Maybe ten?"
"Oh, Marvin."
"It's fine."
"It isn't fine. Did you tell Mendel?"
"Why would I?"
"He is your therapist?"
"And? This isn't a very big deal, really."
"My god, shut up."
"Rude."
"I love you."
"Okay?"
"Don't do this to yourself."
"I'm fine."
"You aren't fine. Please don't do this again."
"Stop making a big deal of it."
"Please."
"I don't know what you want me to say."
"Tell me that you'll stop."
"I won't lie to you."
"So don't make it a lie."
"I can't stop, Whiz, it's an addiction."
"Then let me help you."
"I don't want to burden you."
"You could never be a burden to me."
Marvin stayed quiet. He didn't believe him.
"I love you."
"I love you too."