Sean:
My father was an alcoholic. Mean fuckin' drunk. He'd come home hammered, looking to whale on somebody. So I'd provoke him, so he wouldn't go after my mother and little brother. Interesting nights were when he wore his rings.
Will:
He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the table. Just say, "Choose."
Sean:
Well I gotta go with the belt there.
Will:
I used to go with the wrench.
Sean:
Why the wrench?
Will:
Cause fuck him, that's why.
Sean:
Your foster father?
Will:
Yeah.
[pause]
Will:
So, uh, what is it, like, Will has an attachment disorder? Is it all that stuff?
[Sean nods]
Will:
Fear of abandonment? Is that why I broke up with Skylar?
Sean:
I didn't know you had.
Will:
Yeah, I did.
Sean:
You wanna talk about it?
Will:
No.
Sean:
Hey, Will? I don't know a lot. You see this? All this shit?
[Holds up the file, and drops it on his desk]
Sean:
It's not your fault.
Will:
[Will shrugs]
Yeah, I know that.
[Will averts his eyes to the floor]
Sean:
Look at me son.
[Will locks eyes with Sean]
Sean:
It's not your fault.
Will:
[Will nods]
I know.
Sean:
No. It's not your fault.
Will:
I know
Sean:
No, no, you don't. It's not your fault.
[Sean moves closer to Will]
Sean:
Hmm?
Will:
I know.
[Will stands up, trying to keep distance]
Sean:
It's not your fault.
Will:
Alright.
Sean:
It's not your fault.
[Will closes his eyes, he's fighting for control]
Sean:
It's not your fault.
Will:
Don't fuck with me.
[Will shoves Sean back]
Will:
Don't fuck with me, Sean, not you!
Sean:
It's not your fault. It's not your fault.
[Will breaks into sobs. They hug]
Sean:
Fuck them, ok?
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