[A little twinge of guilt there, not meant for either of his friends. He's done that shit. It's probably the moment he's least proud of in his entire fucking life, but he has. He'd almost done it again just to make sure Ian got to a doctor one way or the other. He rubs at his mouth and folds his arms stiffly, eyes darting away and back.]
Well-- who the fuck was it, then? I don't get why the fuck you're trying so hard, Christ.
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Well-- who the fuck was it, then? I don't get why the fuck you're trying so hard, Christ.