[ 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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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?