[He doesn't even acknowledge the question—mostly because he doesn't know what he'd say. Probably he'd have to own up to something embarrassing, and wouldn't it be great to just not do that? Sounds good, yeah.
Instead he can walk out to the mound with a ball, sparing a glance at the nearest batting cage as he passes it. They won't be needing that. Even the sight of the machine makes his stomach twist in a sick way—he doesn't want to acknowledge that, either. It's stupid and he knows it's stupid and therefore it's not real. That's how it works.]
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Instead he can walk out to the mound with a ball, sparing a glance at the nearest batting cage as he passes it. They won't be needing that. Even the sight of the machine makes his stomach twist in a sick way—he doesn't want to acknowledge that, either. It's stupid and he knows it's stupid and therefore it's not real. That's how it works.]
So you want me to go easy on you?