You know, that offer of yours about the sober buddy thing? Two-way street, man. I'll talk your ear off about whatever you want if you need a distraction or something sometime.
I don't know what I want to talk about, Damien. But everything's been bad since I came back to Boston and Agent Green died and Joan took over at the AM, and Sam's dating another AM employee and Joan's maybe dating another AM employee and what the fuck am I supposed to do with all of this?
I mean, not officially. The whole grieving over Owen dying trying to save her life has slowed things down. But yeah. With an atypical with super speed. He helped save all of our lives then.
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[He hates how soft his voice is with that question, but it fucking hurts. Everything fucking hurts.]
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Coffee's a vice too.
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Fine, see yourself as alcoholism. Guess I'm double down for that.
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[Clearly if he had a sober buddy and got on Damien about drinking.]
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I don't know what I want to talk about, Damien. But everything's been bad since I came back to Boston and Agent Green died and Joan took over at the AM, and Sam's dating another AM employee and Joan's maybe dating another AM employee and what the fuck am I supposed to do with all of this?
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[Record. Scratch. Halt. W H A T?]
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[He pauses and sighs a little– ]
I didn't mean– that's not...an invitation or anything...
[Unless...?]
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Where would I even go? I fucking blew my job. I can't go see my parents. I can't...
Fuck, I just don't know what to do anymore.
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New York. Virginia. Wherever you want.
[Here.
He won't say it, but his entire body screams at him to.]
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