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Colm Fahey <[email protected]>
to Jesper Fahey <[email protected]>

Dear Jesper:

It’s your Da…. writing to tell you first of all that I could not be more proud of you, son. I know your Ma must be smiling there among the Saints to see you coming home to NZ after all this time. It isn’t just that you’re coming home, though, but what you’re doing for that boy of yours—I wasn’t sure at first, as I told you, about this boy you’d gone and met online, but I see now what you saw first…

You’re a proper match, and there’s love there between you, as was between your Ma and me. I know, I know, it’s a young love yet, so I won’t be planning any wedding, but don’t blame me if I’m smiling at the sight of you grown up and with a passion to set your mind to.

I never took it you’d be back in school in any sort of way after all that talk we’ve put behind us. Your Ma always did say you had the legs of a rabbit, thumping anytime you took a seat. Might have got that from me, when I think about it. I still thought you’d do better than the soil and the sweat like tires me out, but I understand now you had to find your own way and I ought not to push you so hard.

I’m trying. I am trying, hope you know. I think about your Wylan, good and sweet and polite as he is, and the father he was born to—

My skin goes cold all over to think I’d ever be such a villain to you.

But there are choices to avoid it, aren’t there?

I’m glad you’re coming home, Jes. I’d be glad to see much more of you and your Wylan on the farm. We got healing yet to do, you and I, and I’d like this be the year we make your Ma smile even brighter.

Well, with that, I’ll quit my rambling and say that I’ve got your new ticket—for you and Wylan. Saints, I couldn’t bear the thought of the two of you on those wretched benches all night into the morning… I got you a cabin so you’ll both sleep a proper night. Consider it a gift and you tell Wylan as much. I won’t hear anything of him trying to cover the cost. It’s the least I can do to welcome you both home…

And of course, I’ll be waiting when you arrive there in Shriftport. I know you’ve got your car, but don’t you try and talk me out of it, I will be meeting you as I said. I simply haven’t got too long before you’re rushing off to campus, so I’ll take what time I can with you.

I love you, Jesper. You’re a good son. I should tell you that more, so you never forget it. Give your Wylan a hug from me and tell him, too, that he always has a place at our table… I don’t expect him to accept that I love him already for the smiles he’s brought to you, but at least he can believe that this really can be home for him. A brand new start. It feels like one for all of us, doesn’t it? Maybe I’m a sap.

I said I’d quit my rambling and here I am still rolling down the hill.

Check your email after this. I’ll be forwarding you the booking. Says that’s your ticket, too. You remember the days when they believed in paper? Probably not, being smaller than a jurda sprout, but anyway.

I will see you and Wylan soon.

Waiting on my toes.

Love,
your devoted, ramble-on Da

FW: Subject: Ndoto Ferries Booking Confirmation #85097163

Colm Fahey <[email protected]>
to Jesper Fahey <[email protected]>

Dear Customer,

Thank you for choosing Ndoto Ferries! Attached, you will find your booking confirmation, which also serves as your e-ticket on the day of travel. If you have purchased a private cabin, your keys will be dispensed to you at check-in. Please note that general seating is not reserved, and private cabins are not available for purchase onboard.

Confirmation Number: 85097163

Depart: Ketterdam, Kerch
>> Fri 15 Dec @ 20:00

Arrive: Shriftport, Novyi Zem
>> Sat 16 Dec @ 11:45

Time: 15 HR 45 MN

Vessel: Mwanga Wa Nyota

Operator: Ndoto Ferries

Passengers: 2 Adult(s)

• Jesper Fahey
• Wylan Hendriks

Accommodations: 1x Economy Plus Cabin

Vehicle Space: Reserved (Lower Car Deck)

INFORMATION

Q. When do I need to check in?
A. 60 - 90 minutes before departure.

Q. Where is the ferry terminal located?
A. Please follow this link to view our location on a map.

Q. What happens if I miss my sailing?
A. We will endeavour to book you on the next available sailing. If you would prefer a refund, please call into our customer service.

More Frequently Asked Questions.

If you believe this email was sent in error, you may safely ignore it.

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ONLINE — 3  

heartshapedbox (she/her)
I just need this love spiral…

midsummerghost (she/her)
Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve

skyfullofsong (he/him)
I’ll find a new place to be from

>> Message 2 Girls, 1 Gay (Not Clickbait)

skyfullofsong (he/him)  

Nina… I don’t know why I’m asking when I already know the answer, but did you really change the group chat name again?

And to that?

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Oh, I see how it is! You’re gone not half a day into the sunset with your handsome knight in pink plaid armour and suddenly, it’s all, “Nina, you scoundrel, I come bearing great and terrible accusations against your noble-most character,” and not, “Nina, how I miss you, my dearest, darling friend. I don’t know how I have coped in these mere few hours without you, nor how I shall continue on now…”

Yes, indeed, I should have known… but still, how you wound me.

midsummerghost (she/her)

She’s been crying since we left the harbour.

How has the trip been so far? I thought you’d be asleep by now.

skyfullofsong (he/him)

Oh, Nina. Heh. Jesper cried, too, if it makes you feel any better. Please don’t tell him I said that… he was trying hard to hide it.

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skyfullofsong (he/him)

The trip’s been really good. I think Jesper might have mentioned to you earlier, but Colm upgraded us to a proper cabin. He insisted on it as a gift, which… I’m grateful for, of course, but I can’t help feeling a little awkward. I don’t know. Colm’s just—he’s been REALLY nice, and Jesper keeps saying how he “adores” me and thinks that I’m…

Well, what he says is good. I’m good for him. But what he means, I can tell, is… he thinks I’ll set him right, maybe get him back in uni. He was thrilled just to hear that Jesper would be coming to classes with me, even not as a student, and—I don’t know. He’s his father. I’m sure that he means well, but I worry if he thinks I’m… changing Jesper, because what if I am? I don’t want to do that. I don’t want—

I just… I don’t want him to wake up one day and not recognize who he is, and resent me as the one who took him back to where he ran from. I mean, he left for a reason, didn’t he? Now, because of me…

Ghezen, I’m so sorry. You asked how the trip was, not for all this.

midsummerghost (she/her)

No, you don’t have to apologize. I was asking “how are you,” just in different words. Truly, Wylan, I want you to feel comfortable talking to us about anything you like. I’ve told you this before, but you are our friend—not simply Jesper’s boyfriend. I don’t want to imply I think anything bad might happen, but if it did… we’d still be here.

Do you know what I mean?

heartshapedbox (she/her)

She means if Jesper hurt you, we would serve you his dick on a—

midsummerghost (she/her)

Nina.

That is not what I meant.

I’ve known Jesper a few years now, almost as long as Kaz. I can tell you this, Wylan—I’ve never seen him so happy, not with anyone or from anything, as he has been since he met you. I didn’t know what had changed around the time I first noticed, but I realize now it was you all the while. You were the change, the difference in his life…

And that isn’t a bad thing. He’s happier because of you. It’s subtle to people who don’t know him that well and can’t see past his front, but those of us who love him, who truly understand him—

We see it. And we see you. And not just how you’ve helped him, but how you’ve helped each other. It may have been a short few months, still I can see you’re happier, too. That’s how it is to love someone, I think, and I mean in any type of way… to love is to be changed.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

I can’t follow that act while half my head’s in paperwork, so I’ll just say I agree with everything Inej said, and I meant what I said above.

I’m a very good cook, you know.

skyfullofsong (he/him)

Heh, I know. I’ll miss your cooking. But I know Jesper wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt me on purpose. I worry more about hurting him—or getting him hurt, I guess might be more accurate, what with all the drama I’ve dragged him into. Still, I’ll try to keep in mind what you’ve said, Inej. It does mean a lot—not just hearing it, but the fact that it’s coming from you… I trust you know Jesper better than me.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Interjecting to point out that your father trying to kill you isn’t what I would call “drama.” I would go so far as saying it’s an unjust crime.

A just crime, by contrast, would be what I’d do if he ever wound up in my hospital, vulnerable in my ward, alone and unsuspecting—

midsummerghost (she/her)

Gentle reminder to consider your surrounding as you say that…

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Please, they can’t afford to fire me unless I actually commit the crime.

skyfullofsong (he/him)

Um, I’d really rather you not go to jail for my sake, but… thank you, I do appreciate the thought. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t… think about it, myself, at times. How I could get back at my father.

But I don’t know if that’s what I want.

I don’t know if it would make me feel better about things.

Right now, all I want is this chance I’m taking—this chance to prove him wrong about me, even though he may never know it if I actually succeed. The longer I’m missing, the more likely he assumes that I’m dead, and… I guess what I hope most is he stops looking for proof…

heartshapedbox (she/her)

The new heir to the throne should make a pretty good distraction.

Sorry, I know—sensitive topic. Maybe shouldn’t have said that.

skyfullofsong (he/him)

No, it’s alright… you make a fair point, and besides, I don’t want anyone to feel like they have to dance around the topic. I—I can’t say that I… understand what I’ve done to make my father feel I’m any threat to my sibling, but—I could never resent them. Maybe… one day, he’ll see that. Or maybe not. But they deserve to be happy, and I know I do, too. If I need to be forgotten for us all to be happy, then—then, I won’t come back. I won’t be Wylan Van Eck anymore.

I can just be Wylan Hendriks. That’s good enough for me.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Saints, can I just hug you? Come back right now so I can hug you.

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midsummerghost (she/her)

Sorry, I had to slip away for a moment, but I’m catching up now.

You have a good heart, Wylan, and I admire your kindness—the way you always try to see the best in things and in people, even those who test the Saints’ will to forgive. I wish only you would extend that kindness more to yourself and realize there is not a single thing you could have said or done to justify your father’s hatred. Who could know you and see anything but light inside?

skyfullofsong (he/him)

I… I don’t think I have the words for an adequate response to that. But thank you—so much—both of you. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to say it enough how grateful I am not just to have met you, but the way you’ve made me feel from the start like I belong to something.

Something that I’m very well aware now might be called a gang…

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skyfullofsong (he/him)

But much more importantly, it feels like a family.

That’s a feeling I think I didn’t even realize I’d lost when my mother died, but since meeting you—the two of you, Jesper, Matthias, and even Kaz, though I still doubt sometimes he even likes me…

I just—I feel it again, so thank you.

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midsummerghost (she/her)

Kaz likes you as much as he likes any of us, I promise.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

He’s an asshole, but he’s our asshole. He’d tell you as much himself.

I can hear it almost as clear as if he were next to me… “Well, Zenik, someone has to deal with all the shit that piles up. If that makes me an asshole, then I’m an asshole.” How’s that for a Kaz impression?

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skyfullofsong (he/him)

I was trying not to laugh and wake up Jesper, but I just ended up coughing because I choked on my spit. I’m going to head back to bed and try to get some sleep before we wake up for breakfast… Jesper wants to watch the sunrise, so the alarm’s set pretty early.

Have a good night, Nina, Inej… and thanks for talking, it really helped. I feel like my thoughts have gotten a lot quieter, so…

midsummerghost (she/her)

We’re here whenever you need to talk.

Sleep well, Wylan, and good luck on the rest of the trip.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Yeah, good luck, and let us know when you get there tomorrow! If you don’t, I will be forced to assume that you and Jesper have both perished in the cold grip of the sea. My heart will break immediately into a thousand piece puzzle and you will be forced to put it all back together in the afterlife, again and again, for as many years as there are pieces… I don’t think you want to risk that, so you better text.

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skyfullofsong (he/him)

I will, I will! I promise…

Good night!

ONLINE — 2

heartshapedbox (she/her)
I just need this love spiral…

midsummerghost (she/her)
Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve

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ONLINE — 5

caneandable (he/him)
Listening to Spotify ♫

heartshapedbox (she/her)
The saints can’t help me now

midsummerghost (she/her)
Listening to Spotify ♫

nearlyfashion (he/they)
we stepped right off the map

northernattitude (he/him)
you cannot eat kruge #votegreen

>> Message The Crow Club

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Now, I know I’m the life of the party and all, but I’m offline for a few days and you lot just don’t speak? I have to say… I’m disappointed. Where’s the drama? The banter? The teary laments for my absence?

Three whole days I’ve deprived you of my company and nothing?

caneandable (he/him)

For all you know, we have another group chat.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Without me? That sounds dull, but I understand. I’ll pretend not to know about that surprise birthday party you’re “not” throwing me.

caneandable (he/him)

We’re not.

northernattitude (he/him)

I did not think your birthday soon. Was it not in summer?

caneandable (he/him)

It is, yes. Ignore him. He’s been getting too much sun. In my experience, that has only ever made him more annoying…

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Google Translate: Kazlish to Kerch—

I’m so glad you’re back online, Jes! How have you been? I missed you!

caneandable (he/him)

I’m so gwad you’we bawck onwine, jes! how have uwu bewn? i missed uwu! i hope uwu come bawck tuwu kettewdam soon…

northernattitude (he/him)

What language is this? It reads almost Kerch…

nearlyfashion (he/they)

It’s actually a little known dialect of Kerch called Kazhole.

northernattitude (he/him)

Interesting, this dialect is not recorded on Wikipedia.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Oh, for the love of Saints, I can’t even take a shower. Matthias, love, Jesper’s fucking with you. Jesper, you stop. Kaz… log off entirely.

caneandable (he/him)

No, I think I’ll stay.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Aww, see? He does love us.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Please, he’s just a spiteful bastard.

caneandable (he/him)

I agree with Nina.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

@midsummerghost (she/her) SOS, your boyfriend is agreeing with me. He’s right to, of course, but it’s so out of character, my professional advice is you drive him immediately to the nearest wildlife rehab.

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midsummerghost (she/her)

Oh, hello, everyone. Hi, Jes, welcome back. Sorry, I don’t know why I wasn’t seeing notifications until Nina pinged me, but I’m here now.

Where’s Wylan? Are you two on the road yet?

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Inej, you’re a treasure and the only one here I would die for. The rest of you, take notes. As for Wylan, he says hello to everyone, but he’s busy driving us to Matumaini. Just look at this angel at the wheel…

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heartshapedbox (she/her)  

God, he’s really driving? What did you bribe him with, your dick?

nearlyfashion (he/they)

That’s crude, Nina darling, but for the record, I did no such thing. I was just as surprised as you are, actually. My Da invited him out to practice driving in the fields, build up some confidence and all that.

Myself, I stayed back to prove my malewife credentials with a good old fashioned blackened chicken and a side of mashed potatoes…

heartshapedbox (she/her)

You set the chicken on fire, didn’t you?

nearlyfashion (he/they)

I will have you know, blackened chicken is a legitimate recipe, straight out of my mother’s own cookbook.

caneandable (he/him)

We’re just going to ignore the malewife remark. Alright, then.

northernattitude (he/him)

What is a… “malewife?”

midsummerghost (she/her)

It’s a term for when men take on traditionally feminine house duties, such as cooking, like Jesper said. I think it’s sweet you want to cook for Wylan, Jes. And it sounds like your father and him got on well?

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Oh, like you wouldn’t believe! It was sweet enough, it might have actually made Kaz grow a heart to see it. Wylan, well… you know how he is with meeting new people in person. Practically shaking when my Da went to hug him, but still so polite, my Da just about melted. “Please and thank you,” this, and “Mr. Fahey, sir,” that…

My Da might have had his doubts about us meeting online, but it’s so far from his mind now. I can just tell. I’d told him about Wylan a long time before they met, of course, so he knew what to expect, it’s just… a different thing in person. Like seeing sun out through your window and actually feeling it on your skin when you step outside.

I’m just so glad they got to meet… I know Wylan was nervous, and I get it. Obviously. I would be, too, if I met his father. Different reason, though, of course. I’d be nervous regular bullets wouldn’t be enough to kill him. You never know with demons. Anyway, yeah, it was just a really excellent visit, and Da bought us a phone grip thing-a-call-it for the air vents so Wylan can drive with GPS and I can live my best life next to him as a passenger princess. Moving up in the world…

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heartshapedbox (she/her)

You owe me a trip to the dentist, Fahey. I can feel my teeth rotting.

Teasing aside though, I love this fairytale in the writing. Your Da’s a smart man. I had a feeling he’d love Wylan. How could anyone not? Besides that bald roach of a man playing the smiley old politician…

Ugh, I caught him on the news last night, checking up on one of my patients. He was interviewing on his way in to some charity gala. I didn’t see the whole thing, but my patient told me some about it—said the “hopeful father” believed his son was “still alive out there” and had upped his reward for information leading to their reunion.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Wylan says that’s surprising. About the reward. He says surprising maybe isn’t the right word. He’s worried it sounds like his father is promising a payout to someone in his pocket at the border crossing.

It’s been a few days since we crossed, though. Why now?

caneandable (he/him)

Opportunity.

midsummerghost (she/her)

It’s true. If he’s trying to pass a message, the gala interview would be a good opportunity. He likely knew to expect a camera crew…

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Can we try saying things that will help me make Wylan feel better, not worse? Kaz, you promised Wylan’s new papers were solid. We even straightened and dyed his hair, like you suggested. I just… it couldn’t have wrong, could it? His father can’t know where he is…

caneandable (he/him)

You want empty assurances, you’ll have to give them to yourself. If something did go wrong, it wasn’t with the papers. Don’t forget… Wylan’s face is in national databases, right under a large sum of kruge. It’s out of my hands who might study his features…

midsummerghost (she/her)

Tell Wylan not to think the worst. You, too, Jes. It’s not the time to panic. We’re assuming a lot right now based on a single interview.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have opened my mouth about that. I feel bad now. You two were so happy. Jes, tell Wylan I’m sorry, please?

nearlyfashion (he/they)

He says he’s glad you brought it up. He feels better knowing.

I think he’s right, it’s better we know. But you make a point, too, Nej. We don’t have a lot to go on here. If we’re lucky, we’re all paranoid. I don’t want to count on luck, though… always felt a bit too much like a game of Ravkan Roulette, and I’m not gambling with Wylan’s life.

caneandable (he/him) is typing…

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Kaz, whatever you’re about to say, don’t.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

You are hereby promoted to the ranks of people I would die for, Nina, my love. On that note, though, I need to go. I’m making Wylan pull over at the rest stop up ahead so we can switch.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Good, tell him I’m transferring some kruge for snacks, and if the vending machines give him sass to kick them how I taught him.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

He says that really isn’t necessary and he’s going to transfer it back.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

Tell him it’s rude to refuse a gift from his best friend.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Since when are you his best friend? I thought that was me.

heartshapedbox (she/her)

You’re his boyfriend, don’t be greedy. There’s enough of him to go around. He’s like a soft, warm, tearable loaf of sweet bread… mm.

I’m just realizing now that I’m hungry. Matthias, come pick me up.

@northernattitude (he/him) This is an official summons.

caneandable (he/him)

He’s not online anymore. Probably chained himself up to a tree again…

heartshapedbox (she/her)  

You say that like it’s not the sexiest thing he could be doing apart from taking me to lunch. And just for that, I’m stealing your girl.

Inej, you want to meet me for lunch at our spot?

midsummerghost (she/her)

Sure, I could go for lunch. Let me just finish up here…

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ONLINE — 3

caneandable (he/him)
Listening to Spotify ♫

heartshapedbox (she/her)
The saints can’t help me now

midsummerghost (she/her)
Listening to Spotify ♫

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ONLINE — 2

caneandable (he/him)
Listening to Spotify ♫

nearlyfashion (he/they)
let me show you how to touch my trigger

>> Message caneandable (he/him)

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Kaz, are you busy right now?

caneandable (he/him)

Always.

Not that it ever seems to stop you bothering me.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

 Love the banter, but this is actually serious…

caneandable (he/him)

I doubt that, but go on.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

I’m not joking. I need to talk you about this whole… thing with that bastard, Van Eck. It’s been eating at Wylan, I can tell, and I can’t just sit back and do NOTHING while I tell him, “it’s going to be okay.” I don’t actually know that. And I—I don’t know what to do. This is… supposed to be our fresh start, right? But how can it be when there’s this fucking ghost. God, I’d rather him be actually dead if he’s going to haunt us like this, but no. He’s in his damn mansion, with his arse on a cushion made from poached baby zebras or something awful…

caneandable (he/him)

What part of “I’m busy” sounds like I have time to hear you vent.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

The part where we’re friends and you could at least try to pretend it sometimes, you absolute bastard. Or, what, you really don’t care that one of these days, you see me and Wylan on the news under a gory “young couple slain” headline? You know I’ll go down with him…

nearlyfashion (he/they)

You want that, or what, Kaz? Come on, say something.

caneandable (he/him)

You’re looking for a fight.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

I am not—you’re just impossible to talk to. Don’t know why I try…

caneandable (he/him)

Haven’t got a clue, either, but here we are. So, do you want to keep trying to throw punches at me through the screen, or are you ready to listen? You may yet be on holiday, but I don’t have all evening.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Yeah, whatever. I’m listening.

caneandable (he/him)

Good. Here’s my report, then, since my silence so troubles you. I’ve determined the names of the two men Wylan met at the harbour—

nearlyfashion (he/they)

“Met” seems a little polite of a synonym for attempted murder.

caneandable (he/him)

Their names are Berend Miggson and Cornelis Prior. Long rap sheets for both—everything but murder. That and the fact that Wylan’s still breathing assures me they’re sloppy. Another thing, too: they won’t be crossing any borders out of Kerch on legal paperwork. They both have outstanding warrants, so if—if—they’re ordered to cross, say to make a headline, they’ll be in the market for a good, reliable forger—

nearlyfashion (he/they)

And the best in the Barrel’s in your pocket! Kaz, I could kiss you.

caneandable (he/him)

You could, but it would be listed as your cause of death.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Wow, homophobic.

caneandable (he/him)

Oh, no, it’s much more personal than that.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Just rude, then. Lovely! I’ll let it go, since you’ve proven you’re one cheek short of being a total arse. Which is to say… seriously, thank you, Kaz. And I’m… sorry for doubting you. I know you’ve always got our backs in your own weird, dick-ish way. I do appreciate it…

caneandable (he/him)

Do you? I’m touched. Now, if you really want to thank me, try and not make me regret the kruge spent on your new history. You’re a professional on the books now, and if this “fresh start” is going to stick, I expect I don’t have to remind you, but I will, anyway—

No gambling.

Let’s be clear: I cleaned your slate once, I won’t do it again.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Ah, yeah, never mind, there’s that other cheek.

caneandable (he/him)

You aren’t exactly proving me cynical, are you?

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Oh, fuck off. I’m not wasting any effort on that. You expect me to fail, right? Everyone does. You’re the only one I’d trust to actually say it, though, so you can stop with the sermon on second chances.

I hear you, okay? I’ll try not to fuck up. See how long that goes for.

caneandable (he/him)

Not very long if you keep on pitying yourself.

Instead, why don’t you consider for one fucking moment that I don’t make bad investments. Not on purpose, at least. If I wanted to throw my kruge at someone for nothing in return, I would visit a strip club.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

What does that even MEAN, though? What do you want in return? What can I possibly give you? All these years you’ve “invested” in me as a hired gun, sure… that made sense, but what about NOW?

caneandable (he/him)

Now, I get back to work, and you get back to your boyfriend. You have the new life you wanted, so go live it and stop wasting mine.

nearlyfashion (he/they)

That’s how you want to leave things, really?

Like I don’t deserve an answer?

nearlyfashion (he/they)

Sure, just log off. Fine.

Whatever.

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nearlyfashion (he/they)
let me show you how to touch my trigger