“Faking it until it becomes real.” “I’ve been doing it too, you know? I’m working. I’m smiling. I’m out here caring for Monstrilio. And sometimes, it does seem like it’s real, like I can actually be this person.” He pushed strands of hair behind his ears. “It just feels like I should be doing something else.” “Like what?” “Crying.” “Then cry.” “I’ve cried myself out.” “I’d say.” “Shouldn’t I be holed up in a dark room somewhere with a scraggly beard, dirty and insane?”
