But it's adorable, shut up.

[apocalypticduality]

What the actual fuck, are you tryiing to kiill me agaiin?
A frenetiic dii2charge, lettiing our fuckiing ROOF collap2e, All the2e gro22...FEELIING2...
And now II'm hurtliing through thii2 riidiiculou2 ciity and II'll probably need to go buy new tiire2 after thii2 2hiit.
Why?
Why do you feel liike you have to do thii2?
What do you want from me?
II2 iit becau2e II don't know how the fuck to 2ay iit? II2 that iit?
You KNOW II don't do thii2 2hiit.
We both know II feel iit, but 2ayiing iit ii2 completely diifferent.
Plu2, iit'2 Diib. He doe2n't do the whole fuckiing grand confe22iion2 2hiit.
He'll probably thiink II'm actually lo2iing iit fiinally.

Pretty 2ure he know2 II

fuck

God fuckiing

Fine.

II love hiim.

Not even iin the way II'm u2ed to, all fuckiing 2elf-contaiined in a quadrant.
IIt'2 all over the fuckiing place and iit's fuckiing 2tupiid how much II care about thii2 fuckiing human 2ciience nerd.
II can't beliieve II have to tell hiim that but he'2 2o...goddamn fragiile.
He'2 2o fuckiing paranoiid II'll eventually leave hiim.
IIt'2 not riight.

_{[eye rubbing and continual grumbling about feelings and how gross they are.]}

Comments

[illendyou]

Tell him, whiner.

Oh, and if you don't tell him? He'll always feel that paranoia. And I'll fucking kill you for hurting him. Because I warned you.

[apocalypticduality]

The only rea2on II'm goiing to con2iider iit iimmediiately ii2 becau2e you're what II'm a22umiing ii2 hii2 only liiviing relatiive.
And you have the abiiliity and lack of fuck2 giiven to kiill me 2everal tiime2 over.
My maiin ii22ue ii2 what iif he 2tay2 paranoiid regardle22.
Can you talk at hiim?
Yeah, you talk at hiim.

[illendyou]

Fine. I'll talk to him, too.
But you'd better tell him. And you'd better make it quick. The longer you sit and let this fester like a stinky foot wound, the worse he'll dwell, and you know how he gets when he dwells on stuff.

... And he needs to be reminded that this isn't that place. Maybe remind him that it's been over a year. That nothing this good has lasted this long, and that means it's got a higher survival rate. Kind of like plague babies.

[apocalypticduality]

He told me very liitle about all of that.
Ju2t that he had iit riipped out from under hiim when he wa2 actually happy and II can under2tand why he'd be freakiing out becau2e thii2 ii2 hone2tly pretty 2iimiilar ciircum2tance2.
2tiinky foot wound ii2 a pretty apt de2criiptiion for how I feel about thii2 whole thiing.

You really thiink he'll 2tiick wiith me? II mean he diid ju2t punch me iin the face.

[illendyou]

God, you're both insecure babies.

Yes, I think he will. Misery, after all, loves company.