[ It's nearly 3 AM, and he can't sleep. The way he left things with Allison- all the anger and pain have burned out of his system, evaporated like they never were there to begin with, and now he's tired. Bone dry. Exhausted.
Which is why he's staring at his phone and wondering if he should reach out.
A vague comment from Diego, something about only seeing each other at funerals, clicks in the back of his head and he doesn't want that.
They have a second chance here, and he needs to try. He wants to be better. Wants to do better. And that means reaching out and apologizing. Even if she won't have it. ]
hey um
i was an asshol i lashed ou your anger hurt so much i don't know when to shut up i'm scared that your inside my head just as much as i'm in your i don't want you seeing me lik fuck this is hard
24-ish hours post-diner, text;
Which is why he's staring at his phone and wondering if he should reach out.
A vague comment from Diego, something about only seeing each other at funerals, clicks in the back of his head and he doesn't want that.
They have a second chance here, and he needs to try. He wants to be better. Wants to do better. And that means reaching out and apologizing. Even if she won't have it. ]
hey
um
i was an assholi lashed ou
your anger hurt so much
i don't know when to shut up
i'm scared that your inside my head just as much as i'm in your
i don't want you seeing me lik
fuck this is hard
i'm sorry
about what i said earlier