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JEM WALKER

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— text, after quentin's message to the network

[guitarpicks]

( stressed, panicked because he hasn't seen her since sunday night and normally they shoot the shit, flirt, anything all day. it's been relative silence and--- ) please just tell me you're ok

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[she thinks: i can’t do this.

it’d be easy to ignore him. easy to go on like it isn’t happening, like she hasn’t woken up beside Danny (and John, and House) every night for the last week or so, like - ]

i’m okay

[guitarpicks]

( somehow, the answer doesn't make him feel better. somehow, it's like a knife in the gut that this is what gets through

he hates this. then he hates that he can't stop himself from asking--- ) did u know?

[medals]

eddie.

[guitarpicks]

( that's not a no. ) jesus fucking christ jem

[medals]

i didn’t think he would do this.

[guitarpicks]

that an addict wouldn't chase whatever fucking high gets them off most? you're smarter than that ( but that's the fucking thrill, isn't it? of knowing. ) since when?

[medals]

i didn’t think he would do it to quentin.

[guitarpicks]

since when

[medals]

does it matter now

[guitarpicks]

yeah

would have been fucking nice to know what i was walking into, who i was feeding from

[medals]

i can’t do this rn

[guitarpicks]

baby

don't hide from me rn

[medals]

[✔️ read.]