darlene i need elliot advice can you not be an asshole about this one thing if i'm not an asshole either i didn't even wanna get in touch but it's serious now and i can't talk to anyone else about it
you're capable of not being an asshole? i thought that was coded right into your dna?
[ Sorry, kid, but you set yourself up for that one. ]
okay, look, if elliot is doing something weird, maybe even what you'd probably consider crazy, then just let it go. he'll be fine in a couple hours, he just has these kinds of... moments.
honestly? yeah. i avoid it when i can no one in my life's deserved it yet, it's a waste of fucking time and energy
i don't even get why i give a shit about elliot other than what you said what is it about him that makes you want to like wrap a blanket around him all the time you're his sister, you must know and how do i stop it, it's annoying as hell
it's probably the wild, bug eyed kinda look he gets. or the fact that he sometimes looks like he only weighs 7 pounds. or, for me, that you know... he's my fucking brother and i'm not a totally heartless bitch.
what's so wrong with taking that stick out of your ass and actually caring about him? he's a good guy, but he's gone through a lot of shit, he needs more people in his life who give a fuck, he's only got literally 2.
you're not exactly being very specific here. 'i got a problem and i need some advice, darlene. now let me be as fucking vague as possible and then throw a temper tantrum when you don't understand me.'
look, my problem's really, really simple i don't get attached, ever, in any way and i dunno how to do that living in the same apartment as that
that FUCKING ELLIOT
[What else could John say he was? The guy was one of a kind, and it was so winning despite its endless idiosyncrasies that John wanted to put a fist right through his face.]
you have a huge fucking crush on my brother don't you? does he know that you wanna fuck him? are you like watching him get dressed and shit in the morning and then when he leaves you go and jerk it in his bed? you should really tell him that part at least, or change his sheets when you're done.
[ Oh. This was just too rich. She was actually laughing out loud. ]
[John could kill her. He could roast the flesh and muscle off her body, then dial up the heat and turn her bones to ash. Thank god for text, which let him catch his breath and clear his mind of blood-red rage before he responded.]
i told you it was impossible to say without you getting the wrong idea
if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck...
i'm no expert here, but it sounds a hell of a lot like you've got a thing for him maybe it some kinda weird he took you in and you feel obligated to have some kind of feelings for him ....
but it seems more like you're hot for elliot. it's cool if you are, you go ahead and do your thing, i fully support it.
oh my god, shut up or actually listen to yourself do WHAT thing, darlene, what is there to do this is pointless and idiotic and i'm not doing any of it
[He sounded about five years old, but to be fair, this wasn't all that easy on him; he'd resolutely kept himself from all emotional attachment since his parents left him, and now, when he finally weakened, it was toward someone who was guaranteed to show him the rejection he'd been dodging. On multiple levels.]
have you tried opening that loud ass mouth of yours and saying something? he's not a fucking robot, he has human emotions, he's dated before. worst that happens is he says something like 'oh...... okay. cool.....' and then you both go about your life same as always.
[ Elliot wasn't exactly the type for devastatingly mortifying rejection, she knew as much. ]
or you can sit around and pout like a fucking CHILD.
[ She could have chucked her phone. Could have tossed it out the window and gone about her life with one less thing frustrating her. Unfortunately, she still needed the device for a little longer. ]
[She couldn't be serious. Of course Elliot wasn't a robot, but had she forgotten that John was a homeless teenager? "He's dated before." Like that made hope any more reasonable.]
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can you not be an asshole about this one thing if i'm not an asshole either
i didn't even wanna get in touch but it's serious now and i can't talk to anyone else about it
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[ Sorry, kid, but you set yourself up for that one. ]
okay, look, if elliot is doing something weird, maybe even what you'd probably consider crazy, then just let it go. he'll be fine in a couple hours, he just has these kinds of... moments.
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he's not doing anything crazy, he's not being any different at all
it's more about me than him
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whatever, i don't care. what do you want?
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how do you make him stop... like, getting to you. how do you tune that out.
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getting to you? what the hell does that mean? like is he annoying you or something? i really thought it would have been the other way around... wow.
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no no, not annoying. just like
fuck how do i say this without you getting totally the wrong idea
i worry about him and shit
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is caring for people something that's new to you? you should probably care a little about the guy who's been letting you sleep on your couch.
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no one in my life's deserved it yet, it's a waste of fucking time and energy
i don't even get why i give a shit about elliot other than what you said
what is it about him that makes you want to like
wrap a blanket around him all the time
you're his sister, you must know
and how do i stop it, it's annoying as hell
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or the fact that he sometimes looks like he only weighs 7 pounds.
or, for me, that you know... he's my fucking brother and i'm not a totally heartless bitch.
what's so wrong with taking that stick out of your ass and actually caring about him? he's a good guy, but he's gone through a lot of shit, he needs more people in his life who give a fuck, he's only got literally 2.
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you know what, forget it, this was stupid
just forget i ever texted
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you're not exactly being very specific here.
'i got a problem and i need some advice, darlene. now let me be as fucking vague as possible and then throw a temper tantrum when you don't understand me.'
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must be why he picked you, huh?
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i don't get attached, ever, in any way
and i dunno how to do that living in the same apartment as that
that FUCKING ELLIOT
[What else could John say he was? The guy was one of a kind, and it was so winning despite its endless idiosyncrasies that John wanted to put a fist right through his face.]
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you have a huge fucking crush on my brother don't you?
does he know that you wanna fuck him?
are you like watching him get dressed and shit in the morning and then when he leaves you go and jerk it in his bed?
you should really tell him that part at least, or change his sheets when you're done.
[ Oh. This was just too rich. She was actually laughing out loud. ]
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i told you it was impossible to say without you getting the wrong idea
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you didn't deny it, so...
how long has this been a thing?
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that's fine. good luck with my brother, then.
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or physical, he doesn't like being touched, i know that
it's not a goddamn crush
i don't know what the fuck it is
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i'm no expert here, but it sounds a hell of a lot like you've got a thing for him
maybe it some kinda weird he took you in and you feel obligated to have some kind of feelings for him ....
but it seems more like you're hot for elliot. it's cool if you are, you go ahead and do your thing, i fully support it.
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or actually listen to yourself
do WHAT thing, darlene, what is there to do
this is pointless and idiotic and i'm not doing any of it
[He sounded about five years old, but to be fair, this wasn't all that easy on him; he'd resolutely kept himself from all emotional attachment since his parents left him, and now, when he finally weakened, it was toward someone who was guaranteed to show him the rejection he'd been dodging. On multiple levels.]
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he's not a fucking robot, he has human emotions, he's dated before.
worst that happens is he says something like 'oh...... okay. cool.....' and then you both go about your life same as always.
[ Elliot wasn't exactly the type for devastatingly mortifying rejection, she knew as much. ]
or you can sit around and pout like a fucking CHILD.
[ She could have chucked her phone. Could have tossed it out the window and gone about her life with one less thing frustrating her. Unfortunately, she still needed the device for a little longer. ]
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[She couldn't be serious. Of course Elliot wasn't a robot, but had she forgotten that John was a homeless teenager? "He's dated before." Like that made hope any more reasonable.]
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