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.
I once... I wanted to see the world. Hit all the touristy spots, and then find the quiet country-sides and get all of that working too. I wanted to see it all. I asked Sam to go too. She didn't. She wouldn't.
[A smile touches his lips at the thought because it feels so incredibly Mark. And it’s a little sad because, in another life, where he hadn’t fucked things up to the point of no return, he definitely would have gone on that trip with him. Damien knows plenty of places in the states just like that. He’d show him all the ones he knew, and they could find new ones together.
But.
It’s not going to happen, and that makes his chest tighten.]
I’m sorry she wouldn’t go… [Its strange to find he actually means that. Yes, he’d rather be the one Mark wanted to take, but he gets all the reasons that isn’t possible. And if he can’t, then he’d like Mark to at least get to see everything he dreamed of seeing.
Doesn’t sound like it’s happening any time soon, though.] Sounds like it’d be fun…
[ ‘I would go with you,’ burns a place at the end of his tongue, but he keeps it to himself. ]
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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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It won’t help anything… might make it worse, but it definitely won’t help…
[He hesitates, almost leaves it at that, but a thought occurs to him and he decides to follow it.]
I’m not saying it for now, but… what’s some place you want to visit, full-tilt tourism and everything. Rome? Germany? Where do you wanna go?
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But.
It’s not going to happen, and that makes his chest tighten.]
I’m sorry she wouldn’t go… [Its strange to find he actually means that. Yes, he’d rather be the one Mark wanted to take, but he gets all the reasons that isn’t possible. And if he can’t, then he’d like Mark to at least get to see everything he dreamed of seeing.
Doesn’t sound like it’s happening any time soon, though.] Sounds like it’d be fun…
[ ‘I would go with you,’ burns a place at the end of his tongue, but he keeps it to himself. ]
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