It clawed at him. It didn't seem like Kyle was paying attention. It was dumb to be upset at.
His own insecurity caught at the back of his throat; he thumped his chest as if this were another asthma attack. If only this feeling would go away as easily.
It felt like a poke in his psyche and all the color had been drained from his world. This happened often, at this point Stan worried it disappeared completely. That he would never be happy or enjoy life again.
And Kyle? He didn't seem to care. That was the worst part.