"Gotta get your rest" he had told the kid. But really he was talking to himself. He hated doing this. Saying things he was saying to himself to others. Not having a 

family

made it easy to get away with this behavior.

When you didn't have people you spoke with regularly, then you could get away with using your internal dialogue as. They would never get the chance to catch on and say, 'hey you're full of shit. you always say these things but they're really not about me are they. it's about you.'

Now he was self conscious about Sammy catching on. He went to the bathroom and shaved immediately after getting home. Then he drank a glass of cold carbonated water.

After, he drank a second glass. Then he laid on the floor and closed his eyes. Drowned out the noise of the world. Paid attention to his own 

heartbeat

. Stopped thinking about Sammy and what he had said earlier. Stopped beating himself up over ditching Sammy at today's practice. Realized how small all of this was in the context of the rest of the world. He thought of 

Churchill

in the 30s. Shouting about the madman 

Hitler

was. England not believing him. Then eventually the country rallying behind him to fight for their lives.

Marc Love's life was so simple and easy compared to that. Nobody needed him. Some people needed the character he had created. But they didn't need him because they didn't know who he was. He could disappear and the world wouldn't suffer a loss. All he needed to do was make the decision. The decision to leave.