[ Of course he stops when you call. Didn't he go when you asked for that sudden club run? Didn't he text you and press when you said you were fine and he was so sure you weren't -- and you really weren't. Didn't he follow right after you'd clocked Jessie for worrying you ( all of us ) so badly? And what about yesterday. You didn't have to show up. But you did.

Scurbbing a hand over his face and turning around, wiping at his eyes because wow. Wow, shit. Wasn't Friday the fucking Thirteenth done already? Where the hell was this coming from? ]

I don't get you anymore. [ It really hurts to say that. ] Why the hell have you been treating me with kid gloves? You never used to do that.

[ Heel of his palm pressed to his forehead because he is so, damn tired. ]

You know, [ God, he hates crying. He has been crying a lot lately. More than he can stand. ] It was bad enough confiding in Bri and her telling me that there's no such thing as a perfect friendship when I figured we were pretty much as close to that.

[ He is so done. ]