You didn't hear it all, Jem. He said a lot more. Like it wasn’t my fault. Any of it. And maybe none of that was my job in the first place. At least not my personal responsibility.
[she doesn't really smoke, but she's itching for a cigarette now. she's slow to text back; fingers wandering over her keys over and over, deleting and retyping until she's frustrated. she's used to feeling things that aren't rational, but being this invested in someone else's well being is throwing her. ]
there were 100 ways to say it without making you feel like shit, cole.
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he said a lot I needed to hear.
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Like it wasn’t my fault. Any of it.
And maybe none of that was my job in the first place. At least not my personal responsibility.
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there were 100 ways to say it without making you feel like shit, cole.
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Maybe I've taken so many beatings, it's the only way to get through to me.
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[He really, really does ache at that. Take a rest, everyone's telling him in their own ways. Let the world turn without you. But he -]
I don't really know how to stop.
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but christ cole, you've been through enough shit.
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That's doing me a favor.
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[JUST A COUPLE OF PALS!!!! BEING PALS!!!]
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[He thinks the word falls pretty remarkably short of the mark. But he doesn't want to examine it too closely either.]
He didn't take after you for it, did he?
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you okay now?
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just shit to think about.
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might get a wrinkle.
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Night, Jem.
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