lennonjamesā:
thereās the real evil feeling of the room closing in around him. this wasnāt the version of himself he ever wanted sebastian to be exposed to, all those dark parts he buried beneath the surface. sebastian was the last person he ever wanted to hurt, ever wanted to expose to the darkest parts of himself. for a moment heās just stood there, back against the wall and the very real feeling he could bury himself in it and never be found, and be content with it. that way he could never hurt sebastian again and no one could ever be harmed by his touch. itās stupid how three words at first could tear him down, could make him feel like heās lost control of absolutely every inch of his life. all he wants to do is reach forward to tell sebastian he didnāt mean it, that heās sorry. nothing comes out though, and heās not even sure if heās breathing. everyone leaves him, and itās always his fault. the one who canāt keep his mouth shut, who canāt talk about anything. if lennon deserved anything, it was the worst thing out there. for a moment nothing comes out of his mouth, just the ghost of them as his mouth moves and no sounds make their way. all he wants to do is apologize but he canāt.Ā āokay,ā is what comes out instead, and his body moves without his actual control, hands gripping clothing without actually feeling the fabric, putting them in a bag. as if he was some ghost, he passed by his husband - the person he fucking needed, would die for - and left their home.Ā
the silence that follows his words is one of the most painful things heās ever sat through. his resolve is crumbling by the second and all he really wants to do is throw himself into lennonās arms and act like none of this has been eating away at him for days, weeks even. maybe, by some strange miracle, all of this will go away if he just loves him a little bit harder; if he holds him a little bit closer. maybe the love he has for lennon will fix everything. but thereās a small, cynical part of him that knows it wonāt. not this time. this is bigger than them, this is more than sebastian is capable of handling on his own. itās evident by how quickly lennon accepts his plea that he knows it, too. heās collecting his things and sebastian canāt do anything except watch, frozen as he feels the unshakable foundations theyāve stood upon begin to crumble, suffocating in the dust and the rubble of years and years of being so sure fate was an actualĀ thing. his soulmate, his person, the first one heād felt something for before he could even distinguish what the hell it was he was feeling or what it meant, is gone, just like that. and itās not even seconds after he leaves the room that he can feel the loss hit him, the overwhelming consequences of what heās asked registering as he sits alone in the room that not long ago they had exchanged promises of an endless future in. āwait--ā he chokes, but itās too late. thereās a door closing somewhere and sebastian knows this time he isnāt coming back in the morning.
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lincolnconnorsā:
Lincoln could feel the brokenness within his energy, it was enough to make his heart hurt, ache for him, made him want to just wrap him up and keep him safe. He kissed the top of his head softly as he kept assuring that he was okay, he knew it was a lie, but maybe it was one he had to tell himself to stop from being completely obliterated. When he felt Seb turn in his arms he did nothing to stop it, he let his chin rest on the top of his head and held him closer, his arms clasping around his back.Ā āyou did the right thing Sebā he said with a sigh, fuck this was hard. He kissed the top of his head again and breathed in softly.Ā ālook at me right nowā he moved so that his hands cupped his face in his hands, not letting him avoid this truthĀ āSebastian, there is nothing in the world that could make him hate youā His blue eyes sought out hisĀ āyou both just need thisā he said looking down at him.Ā āas much as you hate this, you need this too, even if just to show you how you need himā Words had never been Lincolns strong point, but when in the presence of someone he loved so deeply hurt, they seemed to flow.Ā
sebastian chews on his lip as he looks at his friend, wishing more than anything that he could believe it were true. the way lennon had looked at him, it sure felt like he hated him. it felt like they hated each other, and heās not quite sure to make of that. maybe they rushed into things, maybe they shouldnāt have gotten married in the first place. they hadnāt been back together for all that long, but with twenty years of pining under his belt you think theyād be able to make this work. sebastian knows heās not husband material, but surely more dysfunctional couples than them have been able to work things out. āi donāt know why i ruin everything thatās good,ā he breathes, which is what it feels like. obviously, he hasnāt ruined everything. not yet. he has lincoln, he has a handful of friends who have been there for him when he needed it, he has a job that he loves and many people would kill for. but despite this heās been lonely for most of his life, just wandering around aimlessly in search of a way to quell that ache in his heart. he was so sure heād figured it out until now. āitās like iām incapable of being happy for too long. maybeĀ ācause i feel like i donāt deserve it. do you ever feel like that?ā he asks, searching lincolnās face desperately, just wanting somebody to understand. not that heād ever wish that on him. ābien sĆ»r que non, you deserve all the good in the world.ā
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lennonjamesā:
there are very few moments in his life where lennon is left speechless. no one really gets him there, he always has something to add, something to say. except he canāt get his mouth to form a single sound, a single word at all. the only thing he can hear is his own unsteady heartbeat, and the only thing he feels physically is the way the room goes cold all of a sudden. lennon isnāt sure at what point he took steps away from sebastian but his back hitting the wall scares him out of his stupor. honestly he canāt figure out how he feels in that moment, his mind all over the place and honestly he just feels so, so lost.Ā āwho havenāt you fucked, then?ā the words come before he even thinks them, and just like the pattern from their entire argument, his voice just isnāt his, his words lashing out where he couldnāt control it. at that moment he just wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.Ā
sebastian canāt tell if lennon is repulsed or enraged, but either way heās never felt so uneasy around him. he usually has the ability to make sebastian feel like he could say anything, do anything, be the most stripped down and vulnerable version of himself and be protected from any harm. his words are immediately wounding and itās worse than being punched directly in the face, because at least heād see that coming. he feels sick and ashamed, failing to come up with the words to truly express how betrayed he feels by the only person he never thought would let him down. āfuck you, jesse,ā he says, voice shaky and defeated. he wants to throw up, wants this conversation to be over, and more than anything he wants to be far, far away from him. which ever godforsaken version of him this is, who can look him right in the eyes and hurt him without thinking twice.Ā ājust get out. please. come back if you find the person i fell in love with.ā
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itās the first time sebastian has ventured outside of the walls of his hideaway since his life fell apart. he knows, despite how bad that he wants to, that he canāt stay holed up forever. not only because itās not normal but because heās going to go crazy inside of his own head. besides, heāll have to start apartment hunting one day or another, unless he wants to return to a home that only reminds him of everything he could have had if he didnāt fail so miserably at being anything but miserable. heās forced himself out and he unsurprisingly finds himself at the liquor store, stood blankly in front of rows of shelves as he tries to decide which vice to explore tonight. itās then that his phone vibrates, a notification from his european friend lighting up the screen. heās been really good at killing conversations with his melancholy responses lately, hence why itās habit for him to slip the phone back in his pocket without replying, lest he become a true annoyance to everyone heās ever cared for. thereās a guilty tug inside of him though, and in a split second decision he opts to move down the aisle, grabbing a bottle of nielsā favorite and paying before heading over to his place. he knocks on the door, stamping a half-smoked cigarette under his heel as he hears the knob turning and holding up his offerings, including the complete collection of the saw franchise on blu-ray.Ā āhey. you-- uh, busy? or do you wanna get fucked up with me and watch some people get hacked to bits?ā he asks, hopefully.Ā @tfnielsā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā tilting his head and rubbing his cheek along the arm that was draped around his shoulders in an attempt of some sort of affection, laughter caused him to stand up straighter while he considered how quiet sebastian had been since theyād gotten together. the other was always more talkative than elton, always more out there, and more extroverted, but elton knew that his friend was hurting and lennonās words had him temporarily considering to blame himself for it ā even if he knew it wasnāt his fault.Ā ā my sporty shit ?Ā ā he quipped, flashing the other a lopsided grin as he felt a hand fondly scratching at his scalp.Ā ā listen.. it just means i hit a ball with a bat out of the field or into the crowd 37 times, which is a lot. sāwhy iām the best !Ā ā once elton was satisfied with the powder in their lines, he stepped away to lean down. covering one of his nostrils with a finger, elton pressed his face further against the table and quickly snorted one of the two lines. there was a long pause followed by a twitch of his head, shaking it swiftly and sniffling aloud. hands came up to wipe over his face and rub at his nose while he continued sniffling quietly, the action making him slightly lightheaded.Ā ā i ā - iām not actually the best at uh,ā¦ advice and comforting people and shit, but itāll all work out. time heals all woundsā¦ or some shit like that. i could murder him if you want ? i do watch a lot of true crime.Ā āĀ
"riiiight,ā sebastian replies, and it does sound familiar, like some kind of statistic eltonās explained to him before. he should probably listen a little bit better.Ā ādidnāt realize i was shacking up with a prodigy,ā he compliments. itās all very impressive sounding, but then again he could pretty much tell him anything and heād probably believe it. he watches elton lean over the counter, arms folded across his chest as he waits for his turn, his voice sounding far off when it interrupts his thoughts after several seconds of silence. āhm? oh, sure. yeah,ā he accepts eltonās vague words of comfort with a forced smile. everyone keeps telling him the same thing, that it will be okay eventually, and even though he doesnāt think it will ever be okay, he doesnāt voice that. heās not trying to be a fucking downer, hence why he slips in front of elton to crouch in front of the counter, pressing his face to the cold granite as he blinks back the wetness in his eyes before the other has as chance to notice it. he brings a couple of fingers to one side of his nose as the other drags across the powder, inhaling it all. he blinks a few more times as he corrects his posture, nose twitching around the familiar itch. āshut up, idiot,ā he canāt help but laugh, despite his absurd offer of assassination, an elbow coming out to clumsily nudge his side. āthis is all your fault anyways,ā he jokes, sniffing softly as his throat begins to feel numb around his words. obviously none of this is eltonās fault. he absolutely has nobody to blame but himself.
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lennonjamesā:
for the first time the entire argument he can feel his eyes literally roll to the back of his head. again he was made to feel paranoid, like he was the only one seeing what he was seeing. as if this was something he would make up.Ā āoh, thatās how you talk to eachother?ā he throws back, the condescending little laugh falling from his mouth,Ā āso you fucking flirt with him back? get real fucking close and look him in the eye while you fucking do it too? if it meant nothing then why the fuck is he still in your life?ā right about now he feels more manic than he has in his entire life. no one has ever been able to get him like this, so crazy and out of his head, practically pulling his own hair out. at some point he shouldāve stopped himself, walked out of this conversation, but he canāt. thatās just not who he is.Ā āyou shouldāve fucking told me right away. i had to guess! i had to have him throw it in my face, say he was there first, for me to fucking find out!āĀ
āno, i donāt. heās my friendĀ and thatās why heās in my life. why is that so hard for you to believe?ā he questions. it was never his intention to be deceitful, but now he wonders if he should have brought it up. heād never wanted it to be used against him, never thought it could ever play as a weapon when, to him, it was such a harmless thing. he knows theyāre different people, and maybe thatās why he canāt understand why it would matter so much to him who was there first. which, obviously, wasnāt even elton. āi canāt go back in time. i can only tell you the truth. and since weāre on the subject, i used to mess around with niels as well. and probably some others that i canāt think of at the moment. not because iām trying to hide it but because itās literally ancient history.ā he canāt think of anything heād rather discuss with lennon less than this,Ā but hey, itās probably better coming from him than somebody else. āhappy now?ā
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lennonjamesā:
itās a stupid, stupid thought. considering heād be calling himself a hypocrite if he said he was innocent in the manner of sleeping around, because god, he did it too much in his past. too much being that he didnāt remember any of it, and woke up confused in a place he didnāt recognize and made a quick escape. the part that makes him feel self conscious is how many times he was told he was being paranoid, that there was no threat. now he just feels even more stupid, the confirmation.Ā āarenāt you though?ā he throws back, and he doesnāt recognize himself anymore, not even his voice. this side of him was never supposed to touch sebastian. even if they had their dumb bickering sessions and arguments, this is something on a whole new level.Ā āyeah, and why do i fucking hate elton, sebastian?ā he asks, venom in his tone,Ā ābecause he fucking hits on you all the fucking time. says the most nasty shit about you, and you fucking let him.ā a shaking hand runs through his hair, tugging at the root and praying that he somehow stop feeling like heās uncomfortable within his own skin.Ā āexcept you made me feel paranoid for even thinking about it,ā he says,Ā ālike i was making it up, the way he fucking looks at you. it is a fucking big deal.ā now itās lennonās turn to pace, not knowing what to say, or what to do. itās not like he went around screwing all of his friends.Ā āyou donāt tell me anything, and you expect me to just open upā¦ā he trails off, staring at the floor,Ā āyou donāt even trust me enough to tell me anything, and you expect me to do the same, how is that fair?ā
sebastian tugs the sleeves of his sweaters down over his hands, trying to disappear inside of it, trying to make himself small enough to not be seen.Ā āi-- no, iām not,ā he replies, then a little bit more sure of himself.Ā āiām not.ā he usually has no issue standing up to lennon, but now he feels hesitant. maybe because heās angrier than heās ever been before, and heās not quite sure who to blame for that, whose more at fault here.Ā āhe doesnāt look at me any way. thatās just how he talks to me, how we talk to each other. heās joking around. if i wanted to still be sleeping with him, donāt you think i would be? it didnāt mean anything, it never meant anything,ā he says, which is the most frustrating part of it all.Ā āi am telling you. you wanted to know and iām telling you now. do you want a list of everyone iāve ever been with? 'cause iād be happy to provide you with the ones i remember, but i donāt see why it matters. iām with you, i want you, and you are being paranoid if you think elton is of any actual threat to you.ā
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lennonjamesā:
if there was anything comparable to this feeling, heād compared it to being backed up against a wall, or in a corner. and trust me, lennon has been there before, quite literally. maybe itās just not something he wants to say outloud, or admit openly. even if itās to his own husband. no one ever really got to hear his side of things, what had happened. everything that happened. saying the words out loud had never been something he could do, and he felt so uncomfortable with even the thought of it. for a moment he just stammers on the words, mouth moving and nothing audible coming out of it. instead he shakes his head.Ā āi canāt,ā he says simply, not meeting sebastianās eyes. lennonās worst defense mechanism is throwing punches with words. the last person on earth he ever figured it would happen to was his own husband, and here he is, feeling out of his own body.Ā āeverything?ā his voice is too high with shock, a scoff leaving him as he stares sebastian down,Ā āso at what point did you fucking tell me youāve fucked elton?ā as soon as the words were out of his mouth he felt that ugly thing crawl against his skin, the one that lingered very so often when even the thought popped up.Ā āor did you think i was just stupid enough not to notice?ā
something about the way lennon says it has him feeling grosser than he already does just thinking about all of the people that came before lennon. the temporary fixes he acquired were endless, and although heās lucky to have found friends in a few of them, most of them are distant memories he canāt even remember the names or faces of. heās not pretending that they never happened, but itās also not the kind of thing you bring up over dinner with your husband, hence why he hasnāt. at least not by name.Ā āitās not like iām hiding it,ā he defends, because heās never tried to tell lennon that there wasnāt a past there. if he had asked, he would have told him. āitās not exactly a secret. but i didnāt think youād want to talk about it, either. you already hate elton enough.ā now that itās out in the open itās obvious why it was better not being discussed. sebastianās been intimate with a lot of people, but heās only ever loved one. heād always thought that was more significant. āit was years ago, and itās not like there was even feelings involved. i didnāt think it was worth bringing up because itās not a big deal,ā he says, and then pauses for a moment.Ā āis it?āĀ
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lincolnconnorsā:
Lincoln had been sneaking out of his own apartment around the same time, today a little later than usual. He had picked up some take out from the Italian place down the street. Lincoln knew that there was no way that he had eaten anything of substance, or anything at all. He knocked on the door once, before already opening the door, hearing Sebs call a lot clearer than he would have through the closed door. Kicking off his shoes and taking off his jacket he set the food on the counter and threw his jacket on the counter as well, making his way to take a glimpse at his friend.Ā āoh sebā¦ā he breathedĀ āof course I doā he smiled, lowering himself onto the couch next to him, sitting down on the edge of the couch, and putting Sebs legs over his and holding his hip softly. He turned his attention to the TV before stealing a glimpse at Seb. ācome hereā he said after a small moment, laying down next to him and pulling him in his arms. The office played in the background and Lincoln pulled him so tight into his chest.
the smell of italian food has sebastianās stomach growling, but at the same time eating it seems like far more effort than heās willing to put into anything at this moment in time. he doesnāt fail to note the tone to lincolnās voice, how sad he sounds to see him, which has him feeling guiltier than ever. the last thing he wants to do is bring anyone down with him, but the idea of being alone in his misery is both scary and dangerous. heās irrational right now and he knows that. āiām okay,ā he says, which sounds like even more of a lie coming out of his mouth than it does when the words form in his head.Ā āiām okay,ā he repeats again, even as he turns away from the tv to bury his entire face in his chest, clinging to the fabric of his shirt. he smells faintly like lennon in a way his clothes no longer do, and it makes his heart ache. his lungs ache too, breathing feeling like the most difficult task in the world as he tries to convince them both of the fact he is, in fact, fine. ādid i do the right thing? does he hate me?ā
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itās times like this where lennon wishes he knew what to do. wishes there was some sort of book to tell him the right choice to make, how to open up without feeling like heās ripping himself apart when he does it. at some point he had to figure heād tell sebastian everything, open a door he wants to desperately to keep closed. whatever it is, he doesnāt for one second think this could be something bad, or worse. sebastian wouldnāt abandon him too, right? except his heart rate is picking up, his skin is prickling, hands shaking. nothing about this feels right, or helps him feel secure.Ā āiām not killing myself,ā he says, and itās the truth; at no point does lennon want to die,Ā āi just need.. i need out of my head.ā this was one of the only parts where lennon was completely honest. sure there were parts of his life where he absolutely wanted to die, but not when he had so much to live for. maybe itās the fact sebastian is twisting his wedding ring that triggers his anger, or maybe itās the fact he canāt hold it in anymore. any of it.Ā āand what, youāre innocent in all of this?ā he asks, and his voice is lower, and suddenly heās getting up, looking anywhere but his husband,Ā ācan you even be mad at me for not telling you, when youāve told me absolutely nothing, too? why does it have to me that changes something?ā
itās like lennon always comes so close to telling him the truth, and then he closes himself off again. for once he wishes he would take that extra step, just open up, let sebastian see him vulnerable.Ā āneed what out? lennon, for fuckās sake, talk to me,ā he practically begs, and if itās not clear how important this is to him he doesnāt know how to make it any more clear. he feels disconnected, like heās losing him to something that he doesnāt even fully understand. things feel very fragile, on the verge of explosion, but the last thing he expects is lennon to turn the tables on him. by no means does he not have flaws, but heād never considered one of them a lack of being forthcoming about personal information. in fact, one might say sebastian is a little too open with his emotions. thatās why his confusion is evident as he looks up at him, trying to figure out where this accusation is coming from.Ā āwhat are you talking about? i tell you everything. you always know where i am and who iām with. iāve never kept secrets from you.ā
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āitās open,ā sebastian calls out, upon hearing the familiar knock on eltonās door that seems to come every day around this time. heās curled up on the couch in front of the television, the same place heās been all day watching reruns of the office. heās got little to no interest in leaving the house, or eating, or taking a shower, or doing anything else that would really benefit him in any way. perhaps thereās a small part of him that hopes he might eventually waste away into nothing, or become part of the furniture, or cease to exist in general. so far, no such luck. eltonās gone out so the place is dark besides the light that illuminates off the tv, and he doesnāt move from his position even when lincoln steps into the room, the only sign that heās seen him at all the small smile that momentarily appears on his face.Ā āhey,ā he greets, making a small effort to appear less pitiful than he currently feels. not that he thinks lincoln is really going to judge him, but he knows he looks like absolute shit. āwanna come watch?ā @lincolnconnorsā
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Ā Ā Ā Ā there was a brief and comfortable silence as he leaned forward to light the cigarette off of the gas stove. it was odd, especially for how high end the apartment he lived in was and how much money elton had, that he was forced to light his cigarette using the flame from the stove. but no matter how many lighters heād bought or held in his pockets that day, they always seemed to go missing at the most unfortunate of times.Ā ā you canāt, like, take t o o much of this shit though cause itāll really fuck you up. and weāre both small. so, like, if you go down, iām probably not going to be able to pick you up.Ā ā as he took a puff and exhaled smoke, the brunet allowed his lips to purse in order to keep ahold of the cigarette while he occupied both of his hands on the counter, separating two lines on newly cleaned granite with his credit card. once he was satisfied, elton used one hand to remove the cigarette from his mouth and the other hand to bring the credit card up, swiping his tongue along the length of it to catch whatever substance was left-over.Ā ā second thought. i hit 37 homeruns alone last season. i could definitely pick you up.Ā ā @fysebastianā
sebastianās arms are draped casually around eltonās neck as he watches what heās doing over his shoulder. heās inexplicably grateful that heās opened up his home to him, especially given that in his current state he isnāt the most fun to be around. heās usually loud and boisterous, but now he just observes him in silence, the volume of the thoughts inside of his head begging to be muted. the idea of being alone right now is unbearable, but the idea of being sober is almost worse.Ā āthat was definitely just an excuse to brag about your sporty shit,ā he deduces, giving him a fond little scratch on the head as he detaches himself from his back.Ā āof which i understood none of, by the way.ā as much as he loves and adores elton, baseball is mostly just confusing to him. in his defense heās a theater kid, so dancing is just about the closest to a competitive sport heās ever had to know.Ā āiām your problem for the next little while, or at least until you get sick of me, so iāll only get as fucked up as you let me.ā he mainly just wants to take the edge off, which he doesnāt think is too much to ask.
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iMessage //Ā meilleur ami
lincoln: Anything you need seb, really.
seb: thank you
seb: it means a lot
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lennon just shook his head in his own stupidity. considering he was high, none of these options came to mind. what did come to his mind, though? burdening alanna with his shit like he always does, not tainting what he has with sebastian with it.Ā āwhat, like morse code?ā the joke doesnāt hit the way he wants it too, his voice too stoic for it to even mean anything. not to mention the tension in the room ruins it for that matter. a scoff leaves his mouth, and he rolls his eyes. if lennon is anything, heās definitely a burden on everyone he knows. how many times did kylie have to clean up the mess? or console him through his bullshit? too many times to count.Ā āyes i am,ā he says, deadpan, not quite meeting sebastianās eyes,Ā ābecause itās just.. itāll go away. it always goes away..ā except it doesnāt, it doesnāt go away at all. it never really does. for a moment he feels a small amount of peace, for something to send him spiraling back down to the bottom of the whirlpool. a never ending cycle.Ā Ā ānoā no, iāmā iām not addicted,ā he stammers, and he knows heās lying all over again, and considering he really doesnāt lie to sebastian, his words canāt sound sincere,Ā āitāll go away, seb, it will. itās nothing.ā
sebastian is at a loss, he knows heās out of his element here. heās allowed this to spiral out of control because he was in denial and now thereās no regaining control of it. maybe lennon wouldĀ have listened to him at one point, but heās definitely beyond listening to him now. itās like heās talking to a stranger, or theyāre playing broken telephone. heās not sure the gravity of the situation has even hit lennon yet, but sebastian sure as hell knows how these stories end. the thought of losing lennon while doing nothing but turn a blind eye to it is too much for him to bear, and maybe, just maybe, itās going to take something drastic to fix this. āi guess iām supposed to be cool with that?ā he asks, and heās not smiling even if lennonās cracking jokes. āi guess iām supposed to just sit here and watch you kill yourself and pretend like everything is okay? because i donāt think thatās fair. i donāt think itās fair to you and itās sure as hell not fair to me.ā heās twirling the wedding ring on his finger, the gold catching the light that filters in through the window. āi wish i knew what to say to make this better, but i donāt. all i know is that something needs to change.ā
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iMessage //Ā meilleur ami
lincoln: of course my love
lincoln: this isnt your entire life going to shit, this is just a speed bump, I know you both better than anyone. This will be okay, no matter the outcome
seb: i appreciate you are trying to help and i love you but the only way this will be okay is if i wake up and it was a nightmare
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text š² elton
Elton: no i want to. i sleep there most nights anyway watching tv, i'm not even kidding
Elton: yeah i hear that's a common dream most people have when they feel out of control or something. or is that when your teeth break off?
Elton: yerrr im really on my way now
seb: you sure? because i'm not opposed to sleeping on a couch whatsoever
seb: i'm very much in control of my chaotic lifestyle, so it's probably the teeth thing
seb: ok i'll wait outside
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