[By the time Add is well into his stressed rambling, Wolfwood just has this…look on his face, one that grows with each passing second, until finally he steps away from the wall.]
Add. Are you even listening to what you’re sayin’?
[Wolfwood is bad with social interactions and dealing with emotions, but he’s nowhere near the level of Add’s self-sabotage, holy shit.]
We need to be honest. That’s it. It fucking sucks! I know it does! I get it! If I could, I would just not tell him or, fuck, anyone anything if it meant not havin’ to deal with a hard conversation, but we’ve dug our grave with this and we gotta lay in it.
[Wolfwood can’t believe these words are coming out of his own mouth, but…that’s what therapy and multiple divorces will do for you, he guesses.]
Ain…is gonna be happier with us if we just give him the straight facts. He’s going to be pissed either way, but did you forget he’s pissed at us now? Ezell told me he don’t even want to speak to either of us. He’s not even here in the city anymore.
[He has to look away then, because he can feel guilt creeping in to color his features again. Shame.]
It don’t matter how we tell him, just that we do. We need to apologize and mean it this time. This ain’t somethin’ you can plan out every little detail for. You just…
[Fuck. He shucks a hand through his hair, shaking his head again.]
Gotta trust that he’ll understand. He’s your friend, ain’t he? Do you honestly think that he’d throw you away like that? Do you think he’s that kind of person?
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Add. Are you even listening to what you’re sayin’?
[Wolfwood is bad with social interactions and dealing with emotions, but he’s nowhere near the level of Add’s self-sabotage, holy shit.]
We need to be honest. That’s it. It fucking sucks! I know it does! I get it! If I could, I would just not tell him or, fuck, anyone anything if it meant not havin’ to deal with a hard conversation, but we’ve dug our grave with this and we gotta lay in it.
[Wolfwood can’t believe these words are coming out of his own mouth, but…that’s what therapy and multiple divorces will do for you, he guesses.]
Ain…is gonna be happier with us if we just give him the straight facts. He’s going to be pissed either way, but did you forget he’s pissed at us now? Ezell told me he don’t even want to speak to either of us. He’s not even here in the city anymore.
[He has to look away then, because he can feel guilt creeping in to color his features again. Shame.]
It don’t matter how we tell him, just that we do. We need to apologize and mean it this time. This ain’t somethin’ you can plan out every little detail for. You just…
[Fuck. He shucks a hand through his hair, shaking his head again.]
Gotta trust that he’ll understand. He’s your friend, ain’t he? Do you honestly think that he’d throw you away like that? Do you think he’s that kind of person?