Ted draws a steadying breath, thankful for Joan grounding him. He tries to shut out how it felt, tries just to remember the words, the actions, not how he was feeling himself. Which doesn't come naturally to him, being a very emotionally driven person, but ends up being easier than he expects, detaching himself from it.
"Um. He said he wanted-- I asked him what he wanted, and he said, 'I want a world without'.. Um. 'Without fucking Ted Lasso," he explains. Ted is exposed to swearing all the time, he doesn't necessarily mind it that much, but he still automatically wants to censor it, and has to remind himself not to.
"Then he kicked me. In the knee," he says, pointing to his right knee. "He was mocking me, then he kicked me again, other knee. Then he stomped on my ankle. I think that's when he broke it," he continues, voice flat and detached at this point. "I tried talking to him, but he just deflected. Then he found my found."
He intentionally doesn't say why he found the phone. "He started reading my texts, mocking me, then he smashed it. Stepped on it. He was really angry. Like... Aggressive, violent, about everything he was doing," he says, frowning like he's almost confused about it, or maybe even concerned about him. "He told me this story, about..."
He has to stop suddenly, swallowing. Takes another breath to steady himself. "About his friend's dog, who.."
He stops again, his face screwing up. Thinking back on it, it's worse now, with everything that happened later. He tries to take another breath, try to calm himself, squeezing Joan's hand, trying to lean on her, but it feels like something is trying to choke him.
"I'm sorry, can we take a break?" he asks, looking up at the cops.
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Date: 2021-07-05 05:18 am (UTC)"Um. He said he wanted-- I asked him what he wanted, and he said, 'I want a world without'.. Um. 'Without fucking Ted Lasso," he explains. Ted is exposed to swearing all the time, he doesn't necessarily mind it that much, but he still automatically wants to censor it, and has to remind himself not to.
"Then he kicked me. In the knee," he says, pointing to his right knee. "He was mocking me, then he kicked me again, other knee. Then he stomped on my ankle. I think that's when he broke it," he continues, voice flat and detached at this point. "I tried talking to him, but he just deflected. Then he found my found."
He intentionally doesn't say why he found the phone. "He started reading my texts, mocking me, then he smashed it. Stepped on it. He was really angry. Like... Aggressive, violent, about everything he was doing," he says, frowning like he's almost confused about it, or maybe even concerned about him. "He told me this story, about..."
He has to stop suddenly, swallowing. Takes another breath to steady himself. "About his friend's dog, who.."
He stops again, his face screwing up. Thinking back on it, it's worse now, with everything that happened later. He tries to take another breath, try to calm himself, squeezing Joan's hand, trying to lean on her, but it feels like something is trying to choke him.
"I'm sorry, can we take a break?" he asks, looking up at the cops.