"I don't know if that will ever feel right," Jag admitted, hands together in his lap, rubbing at one of them with his opposite thumb. "People saying shit like that. It wasn't - it was still me. It's all shit I could've done. I would've done, in other circumstances. It didn't make me any different, it just - pulled the worst out of me." There were tears in his eyes now, but he managed to blink enough to get them under control, and exhaled a bit roughly. "So, yeah. I've never stopped feeling the need."
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Date: 2018-03-01 09:32 pm (UTC)