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[biggestbear]

Louis. Unless he's too busy with his club.

[hookahed]

What? You read minds now?

He hasn't tried to contact me in almost... five months. Hell, he hasn't even returned any of the calls I made to him back in January. He wants nothing to do with me, and the feeling is mutual.

[biggestbear]

Then why were you thinking about him?

[hookahed]

Who said I was thinking about him?

[biggestbear]

You claimed I was a mind reader, I'm just living up to the role.

[hookahed]

It was a fleeting thought.

[Private to David]

Is it fucked up that I'm not over him yet? It's been nearly seven months.

Neil.

[biggestbear]

See, the thing is it would be fucked up if you WERE over him.

David

[hookahed]

I've had others before.

Neil.

[biggestbear]

And?

David

[hookahed]

I should be over him by now. Over and done.

Neil.

[biggestbear]

Isn't that always the case. Could be that Louis Mott infiltrated the deep impenetrable recesses of Neil McLaughlin's heart, then? Tosser.

Re: Neil.

[hookahed]

It's a moot point now.

Neil.

[biggestbear]

That's a bit of a shit, Neil. But I'm your friend and as your friend it's my duty to support you in your decisions and all. Amended that rule though in the situation where you've got your head so far up your arse that you can't see proper and need a little healthy guidance.

So who'll be calling then, me or you?

David

[hookahed]

Try neither.

I'm not going through the rejection again.

And he will. Reject my offer.

I'm not that desperate.

Neil.

[biggestbear]

Right, because you're much better off just stewing around in whatever carefully hidden misery you've created.

David

[hookahed]

I'll call. If you were to call on behalf of me, it would be too fucking weird.

Jerk.