Why... no, how can you possibly think you're a BAD person? Forget whatever rose-tinted lenses you think I might have on you. You are NOT a bad person, Mark. You're not. Trust me.
[It's a bit before he responds to the last one. Because there's a whole lot of internal debate over it.
Damien knows what he should do. And he knows what he wants to happen. But they don't line up.
And. Honestly? This feels like it's too big for a fucking text message at this point, so when he eventually picks his phone up again, he just hits dial on Mark's name and hopes he picks up.]
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Forget whatever rose-tinted lenses you think I might have on you.
You are NOT a bad person, Mark. You're not. Trust me.
[It's a bit before he responds to the last one. Because there's a whole lot of internal debate over it.
Damien knows what he should do.
And he knows what he wants to happen.
But they don't line up.
And. Honestly? This feels like it's too big for a fucking text message at this point, so when he eventually picks his phone up again, he just hits dial on Mark's name and hopes he picks up.]