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Jan 13, 2010 07:44

Still running.

It's been a pretty miserable few days. He hasn't spent a lot of time in the compound, not least because of the risk of running into Reid during working hours. He's always been sure to avoid the Psych office while Reid's working, and that's doubly true now. Mostly, he ducks in to get food and then leaves again and goes back to the hut where there's no evidence that Spencer ever even lived there.

Self-loathing and loss, Jim's used to, but, this time, Jim has the pretty disgusting feeling that, this time, he's fucked up too severely to be fixed, and there's only limited distance that he can possibly run. Normally, Jim's coping strategy for this kind of thing would be to get shit-faced and fuck (or, at least try to fuck) the first thing that gave him even the slightest bit of encouragement, but that won't work because all he can think about is Reid and how much he loves him and how much he's fucking lost.

In the kitchen, he roots for food that's portable. He already feels like he's been in the compound for too long.

morgan

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