Then I'm just a bad friend, aren't I? Acting like you're not even real, because my real friends would...

[They catch themselves this time, voice cut short before they say something else they shouldn't. They must be exhausting to deal with, like this. She's going to lose her patience if they keep this up.

They take a pointless breath, composing themselves into something... slightly more hinged, perhaps. A semblance of calm, if not the real thing. Be normal.]

Sorry, just forget it. As if things aren't bad enough already... you don't want to deal with my tantrums on top of it all.