I'm What I don't know what to say. Now that the headache is gone and I can actually focus enough through the sound of the rain to get writing again, I don't know what to put down. I guess the simplest, most obvious thing should go first.
I'm so sorry.
I can't even hope to explain what it is that happened to me, or why I acted the way I did, but I
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Roswell...
Was that you last night? With the bottle?
You shouldn't be apologizing. It was my fault! There's nobody to blame except me.
[A few small wet spots appear at the end of this reply? Are they ink or something else?]
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Yeah. All of the bottles. And I think something else. Don't ask me to explain how. I can't...I don't even know.
Don't do that yourself. You were just trying to keep me from making a bigger fool of myself and you got hurt in the process. I should know better than to try and solve my problems with alcohol. I'm so, so, so sorry. Please, if you can, forgive me.
[He stops writing as he spots the drops.]
Are you crying? Please don't cry. You have nothing to feel bad about. You should be yelling at me. Are you alright? How badly are you hurt? Please tell me. I have to know.
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You write too much, New Guy. You also think too much. You can't take your alcohol, you went absolutely insane and now you're better. You didn't behave so much as fall, and we've all done that at least once.
[pen taps]
That stuff what did can you
Next time I'll serve you shirley temples. Got that, new guy?
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Again, I don't deserve this kind of understanding. You're a good guy, Grift. I don't know how I keep running into people like you in this crazy place. It makes me wonder when my luck is going to run out.
What...what were you writing, there? Is there something you need to ask me? I'll do anything you need, Grift. I owe you. I'll answer whatever I can.
As long as it doesn't have any alcohol in it, I'm for it.
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Oh, it was nothing. Just thinking of a properly girly drink for you to try, and I tell you, Shirley Temples are the epitome of girly non-alcoholic drinks.
...They are tasty, though, I'll grant them that.
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Hey, if all that's left is tasty girly drinks, I'll take some tasty girly drinks. That's better than the alternative, right?
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And don't worry about me. I only sustained a small cut on my cheek, a mere flesh wound. It will be healed in next to no time.
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I also actually went home while you were gone. I didn't feel right taking up space in your house after everything I did. If you ever need a bigger place to crash, though, you can always come up to Sector 3. I'm not sure how claustrophic or whatever you are. I know the Temporary Quarters were getting to me.
Hell, after all you've done? You're more than welcome to move in. To be honest, this place is too big and too quiet for just me. It makes my insomnia worse. It wouldn't be imposing, I promise.
At least think about it.
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I'm glad you felt well enough to make your way home, but you were more than welcome to stay there longer.
That is a very tempting offer. I don't mind living in Section One, but it isn't the roomiest of accommodations.
I shall, thank you.
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The headache was mostly gone and I could see straight. I figured that was more than enough strength to take an elevator ride and go home. It worked out mostly flawlessly.
Good, let me know whenever you've decided. I'm at the [he draws a poorly-sketched map to his place in Sector 3]
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