BETTER LOCK ME UP && trauma [TW]

[madster]

malphas wasn't sure what he expected. was he expecting delilah to blindly agree with him? to suddenly perk up and tell him 'alright, i'm much better'? he wasn't sure, but clearly his comforting words backfired. damn it, and i used up all my empathy for the day, he thought, as delilah tearfully and angrily described her depression and the skeletons in her closet. malphas huffed, and decided to take a seat.

"yeah. it doesn't get better automatically." he spoke, folding his ears back, avoiding eye contact with her. "you gotta put effort into it. you have to throw all your alcohol into the swamp and then focus on your career," he said, clearly speaking about himself and not her, although he refocused back onto her. "look. i know i make fun of you a lot, and i'm sorry. i was an asshole. i didn't really mean it. i do mean what i'm going to tell you, though." malphas said. "it sounds like you have depression and post traumatic stress disorder. these can be helped. you don't have to suffer like this. you don't have to suffer alone." now, he looked at her. "i can help you. i know i don't know exactly what you're going through- nobody will know but you. but... i get it. i know how it feels to want to die. i'm just saying..." he paused again.

"if you need someone, i'm here." oh god. sympathy? empathy? gross! he had just displayed a lot of different emotions and he was already exhausted. still, he cared about delilah, and hoped she'd seek help. she deserved it- she was a good person.