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Terry's not there when he calls, so he leaves her a note and goes home. Nothing as ominious as we need to talk. Fuck no; the last thing that he needs is for her to think that he's gearing up to dump her when that is the last fucking thing on his mind. No. No way. If Nate and Remy can make this work then Brad's got faith that him and Terry can, or, at least, he hopes they can.
He's not sure he's ready to lose out there.
He can't believe he's thinking about this. He can't believe that he's considering this as a possibility. It sounds very, very like having his cake and fucking eating it, and, when it dawns on him that he essentially just cheated on his girlfriend with his best friend, he feels a little bit sick. Never thought he'd be that guy, not after Jenni and Matt. Still, he's got faith that this can come around somehow.
Like he told Remy, if anybody can make this work, it's Nate.
And Brad desperately wants this to work.
He ends up sitting on the steps of the house, barefoot and shirtless, with the evening sun on his shoulders, just waiting.
Just waiting for her.
He's not sure he's ready to lose out there.
He can't believe he's thinking about this. He can't believe that he's considering this as a possibility. It sounds very, very like having his cake and fucking eating it, and, when it dawns on him that he essentially just cheated on his girlfriend with his best friend, he feels a little bit sick. Never thought he'd be that guy, not after Jenni and Matt. Still, he's got faith that this can come around somehow.
Like he told Remy, if anybody can make this work, it's Nate.
And Brad desperately wants this to work.
He ends up sitting on the steps of the house, barefoot and shirtless, with the evening sun on his shoulders, just waiting.
Just waiting for her.