Rotten Nostalgia

SAMUEL STRETCH OUT MY LIFE & PICK THE SEAMS OUT "You we-were proud of...of the perch a moment ago." Sam pointed out, growing weary of the contradictions in Evie's desperate digs at him. Did she consider the perch worthwhile or not? When it had been her friends building it she seemed proud enough, but now that he'd been involved it was a waste of time. He sighed and rubbed at his temples. "I'm not b-better than yo..you either. That's...n-not what I'm trying to say. I just...I d-don't know why you...you...why you w-want to talk to m-me like this. After y-years of our p..parents doing it." His voice was growing more and more unsteady as he went on, his strength unravelling. "What did I d-do to you, Evie?" take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.