Damn it.
Insert dramatic teenage post about mistletoe and any sort of kiddy feelings around it.
Rufus, you suck, by the way.
EDIT:
[Private]
I don't feel any different.
Maybe I do feel bad I used someone to see if I could ease myself out of being so... distant. I can't tell him thanks, he's still a prick, hell if I know what to think of him. Shit, if that wasn't a mistake the first time around, but- What the fuck is his deal, exactly? Damned I am if I really pity him.
I'm nothing but a ball of worn nerves, aren't I? I mean, shit. No one is going to sneak up behind me, no one is going to drag me away, and I'm not going to be hoarded up again. What the fuck, I hate that, but I'm doing it to myself. Why does it still bother me?
Touch, I mean. Yet that wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. Maybe just a little-
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Fuck, one of these days, I'm going to punch Bruce.