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[atowncalledtreffy]

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Re: Private

[atowncalledtreffy]

I'm going back to bed.

Re: Private

[the_executioner]

Why can't you give me a straight answer?

Re: Private

[atowncalledtreffy]

It's personal. You don't tell me everything about your innermost fucking thoughts.

Re: Private

[the_executioner]

No, I don't. And I'm not asking for everything, just this one thing, because I've been worried about you for months, with no idea how to help you.

Re: Private

[atowncalledtreffy]

Yeah? This is the first I'm hearing about it.

Relax. Nothing's going to happen to me.

Re: Private

[the_executioner]

Bullshit. The last time I tried to reach out, you shut me down.

[And then the whole summer basically went to hell in a hand basket, several times over. And then she was unconscious.]

I'm the first to admit am really bad at saying the right things, but if you think I don't care about you, you're just dense.

Re: Private

[atowncalledtreffy]

M'not saying you don't care. It's just weird to talk about things as personal as this. I'd rather we didn't.

And that's not a slight on you; I'd tell that to fucking anyone.

Re: Private

[the_executioner]

And what about when you called me up during the flood? You wanted me to talk to you. You fought me about it.

Re: Private

[atowncalledtreffy]

Because you were going to get hurt if you didn't. And you fucking didn't.

Re: Private

[the_executioner]

I was already hurt, but the point is that you wanted me to talk about it because you wanted to help. That street goes both ways.

Re: Private

[atowncalledtreffy]

I don't really want help, if I'm being honest.