( Oh for fuck's sake. ) Just-- let me. ( He's fucking trying so let him thank you for your help, Charles. Fucking fuck why is this so hard?
Going home is considerably more difficult when he lives in the equivalent of "the middle of fucking nowhere" in Duplicity. He has to get across miles and miles of non-paved roads and barely-there dirt paths on a bike. Doing it in the dark is fine, but it's-- it's almost impossible when he's been set off like this. He couldn't do it after his meltdown with Rosita the first time they went to renew their contract. He fucking doubts he can do it now when this is-- at least as bad. Maybe worse. He doesn't know. )
Can't make it that far. It's a long-- way out. ( Could he call Rosita and ask to crash at the Hollow for the night? ...probably, but Jesus spends a lot of nights there and fuck if he's spending time with anyone else right now. Especially someone who's friendly as fuck and would fret over him like Charles is. He sighs and shakes his head. )
I'll grab a cheap room-- somewhere. Close. Sleep the last of it off. ( Maybe shower in his clothes so they're not so bad when he has to put them on again in a few hours and bike out to Creekside. ) I'll be fine. ( He'll be in trouble with Rosita if she ever finds out, so he's just-- not-- gonna tell her. Nope. Fuck that. )
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Going home is considerably more difficult when he lives in the equivalent of "the middle of fucking nowhere" in Duplicity. He has to get across miles and miles of non-paved roads and barely-there dirt paths on a bike. Doing it in the dark is fine, but it's-- it's almost impossible when he's been set off like this. He couldn't do it after his meltdown with Rosita the first time they went to renew their contract. He fucking doubts he can do it now when this is-- at least as bad. Maybe worse. He doesn't know. )
Can't make it that far. It's a long-- way out. ( Could he call Rosita and ask to crash at the Hollow for the night? ...probably, but Jesus spends a lot of nights there and fuck if he's spending time with anyone else right now. Especially someone who's friendly as fuck and would fret over him like Charles is. He sighs and shakes his head. )
I'll grab a cheap room-- somewhere. Close. Sleep the last of it off. ( Maybe shower in his clothes so they're not so bad when he has to put them on again in a few hours and bike out to Creekside. ) I'll be fine. ( He'll be in trouble with Rosita if she ever finds out, so he's just-- not-- gonna tell her. Nope. Fuck that. )