Just ones my friends were throwing. Or like the guys from the swim team after we won and stuff. Kris had these big bashes sometimes and invite everyone and I’d go because my best friend Jesse was absolutely in love with her and
[ fuckfuckfuckfuck. nice going, quentin. the deep discomfort and embarrassment of having an emotional slip up like that on jeff over text hits like a hatchet to the face.
which ironically would be welcomed right about now.
stop crying. pull your shit together. this is awful. ]
No way you could have known that. Sorry. I’m sorry. You don’t have to apologize. It’s fine. I’m fine.
[He stares at the phone. Ruminates for a bit, because this is a deeply complicated emotional issue and - well. He's honestly not super used to people leaning on him for emotional support.
He doesn't mind. He just doesn't want to fuck it up worse.]
You talk about him if you want to talk about him. I don't mind listening if you want to share.
Okay. Thanks, Jeff. I don’t even know what I’d share so I’ll just let it come back up naturally and keep going this time. Yeah.
No. I always wanted one. Probably for the best I didn’t have one though. He killed Kris’ dog so he probably would’ve murdered any pet I had too along with all of my friends.
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Sorry to ruin your colognes on you, if you're into those.
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Okay, I'm thinking and so many things have gelatin in it.
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[You know, because of the drinking age thing.]
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Shit. I’m never going to see them again.
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Don't think like that.
What's Jesse like?
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No, it’s not
I’m not being negative. I went to their funerals before I got here.
Yeah uh
That took a turn on you. Sorry. Ha. I’m really tired.
A short tempered idiot in the best kind of way. He’d always complain about doing things but then do it anyway with you.
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Jeff isn't sure he's ever been so fucking horrified at himself. He's an adult! A grown ass man! He can recover from this!
Christ he wants to throw himself onto a hook.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.
[He wants to continue and he will but god if words aren't impossible.]
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which ironically would be welcomed right about now.
stop crying. pull your shit together. this is awful. ]
No way you could have known that. Sorry. I’m sorry. You don’t have to apologize.
It’s fine. I’m fine.
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But god, poor Quentin.]
What's easier? Talking about him or not?
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Not talking.
Actually, we can talk.
Whichever. I can handle it.
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He doesn't mind. He just doesn't want to fuck it up worse.]
You talk about him if you want to talk about him. I don't mind listening if you want to share.
You got any pets?
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No. I always wanted one.
Probably for the best I didn’t have one though. He killed Kris’ dog so he probably would’ve murdered any pet I had too along with all of my friends.
Do you have any pets?