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029. - Backdated a couple of days

[Filtered to Slade and Bourne's friends. And Claire because he's not sure she counts anymore. Handwritten rather than typed.]

I should be back in a couple of days. A week at most.

I'll respond to messages when I return.

[Basically, he's ditching for about two-three weeks in Jasontime but due to Barge Magic he'll be back probably on Saturday or Sunday. His room will still be there (not like anyone can break in).]

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Yeah.

That happened.

So?

So it was mistletoe and we kissed and she told me she loved me at Christmas.

Don't tell me you didn't fucking shoot her down right then, guy.

...I didn't really say anything.

What the fuck were you thinking?

I wasn't.

...wait, what do you think happened?

I think you were too much of a fucking pussy -- or asshole, I haven't decided yet -- to tell her you were fucking married, that's what I think. What the fuck were you thinking, not to stop it before it started? She's fucking twelve.

[He's not fazed by the name-calling.]

First - she's twenty.

And we weren't married.

[He's a little sad and a little pissed now - how dare he bring up Marie like he knows what the fuck he's talking about. The next few words are spoken tightly, in a controlled manner which seems liable to erupt into shouting at any given moment.]

We never got the chance.

[Transmission Ended.]

[Not dissuaded, despite the foot in mouth.]

Yeah? And how old are you guy?

Look, I'm sorry, alright? But I thought you fucking loved her. So, what? You're going to cheat on her while you're here because you're bored and horny and you don't know how long it'll fucking be? Is that what this is? A pretty girl comes along and she's legal so you think, 'why the fuck not'?

[Silence. Silence. Silence.

Way to say everything his angry mind's been spitting at him in the dead of night, Billy.

Silence for a good five minutes. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, heavy with remorse and strain.]

It wasn't like that.

[And he's done. No more talking. No more explanations. He cannot do this right now because he's gone to go throttle his mun for scattering pennies on the train tracks of his character.

Or he's gone to go beat something up in the gym, but you know what, I like the first explanation better and I think so does everyone else.]

Then tell me what it was like.

We're friends. We were friends. Now, now, I'm not so sure.

You interested in her?

Not like that.

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029. - Backdated a couple of days

private; mreh!

private; truly his rhetorical skills are a force to be reckoned with.

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private; he's so good at explanations!

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private; he realizes something may have gotten lost in translation there and SO DO I

private; Ha.

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private; oh Costigan, you are a fine one to lecture on morals.

private; Hahahahaha

private; Got buried, sorry!

private; It happens.

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