"What the fuck," he mumbles. He shakes his head. "Dude, Alex, that's not okay. What the fuck?" He doesn't know what else to say. He doesn't know how to make this okay, because it's not. He drinks his tea, cold now from being forgotten about this entire time. It does little to calm him.
"Fuck," he breathes, like he could just breathe the feelings out.
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Date: 2020-01-16 05:55 pm (UTC)"Fuck," he breathes, like he could just breathe the feelings out.