Re: Call: Sam/Lin
[A sigh, with the sounds of people talking quietly in the background. It's obvious he's trying not to speak too quickly.] Hey, Dorothy, girl, it's Blanche. [I wish I didn't have to leave this as a messaaaage. But, fuck it. I need to apologize... I... [Muttered oaths. God, he hates doing this.] You're right. I was wrong and I'm pretty fucking stupid, you were right - are right, sorry. I'm - I'm sorry for saying - for using your pain as an excuse for my own pride or whatever. I've been thinking about it and that's... someone told me that's what it was, and they were right too. I want to help, yeah, but I can't - climbing over people, stepping on them to do it isn't right. Yeah? So, I'm going to go drown my sorrows in what is most assuredly not strawberry soda and wonder how in Jesus' name I ended up as dumb as I am. [Weak laugh. He considers singing the Golden Girls theme song, but manages not to.] Yeah, okay. If you want, hit me up. I'm at work. Otherwise, I'll talk to you later. I - [A pause.] Hope you're okay. Check you, sister. [Click.]