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[hostage]

[Goodbye to the Jesse who was a clean and successful art student, hello again to the Jesse who looks like he spent the last three nights sleeping under a bridge.]

Been thinking about this the past couple days, trying to figure out how I really feel about it, but you know what? I still feel the same as I did before:

It was shitty.

It was shitty for you guys to change us back without asking if that's what we wanted. A lot of us were better off the way we were last week. The next time something like that happens, maybe ask how we fucking feel about it.

[He just had to get that off his chest.]

Comments

[hostage]

[That just gets a noncommittal mumble out of him. Look, he's not making any promises when it comes to keeping himself alive.]

[akas]

Exactly just how fucked up did you get, Jesse?

[ Don't make her worry, she hates worrying. ]

[hostage]

You know how most people have totally okay lives but sometimes they have a really bad nightmare? This is like the opposite of that.

[akas]

Yeah, I can relate.

[ She's ever so glad she wasn't part of that mess, because she knows the one moment in her life that could turn her into... well, a gothier, yet happier version of herself. Probably.

Do not want. ]

Well, you know where's the bar.

[hostage]

Yeah. I'm sorry. Yeah, maybe I'll see you.

[He realizes he's being totally insane right now. But he still can't look at her, so...]

private, text;

[5055034455]

Maybe that's a bad idea.

[Hi, Jesse.]

private, text;

[hostage]

I know

private, text;

[5055034455]

So don't do it. Don't do that to yourself.

[Seeing Jessica right now, he means.

Not the suicidal air hanging about this whole post.

He's trying to ignore that.

But: That, too.]

private, text;

[hostage]

[You're a good friend, Saul.]

I won't

[Which is a lie. Jesse doesn't know it's a lie, but it is.]

private, text;

[5055034455]

You need a distraction? My door's always open.

private, text;

[hostage]

Thanks but I think I bothered you enough for one week

I'm going to Harley's place

private, text;

[5055034455]

C'mon. You can think of a nicer way to tell me she's prettier.

private, text;

[hostage]

[Aw, Saul. You made him smile.]

Don't wanna hurt your feelings

private, text;

[5055034455]

That's sweet.

private, text;

[hostage]

Yup that's me

100% sweetness

[akas]

I mean, whatever. Boys gotta brood and all that, right.

[hostage]

Pretty much.

[If someone could put him out of his misery right now, that would be super helpful.]

[akas]

[ She doesn't really know what to say. This was supposed to be easy, no strings attached. Seeing him hurting like this? Yeah, it sort of ruins her night. ]

Pretty much, yeah.

[hostage]

[If she thinks this is ruining her night, just wait until he actually shows up!!!]

Sorry.

[Again.]