I didn't think you were. I know this whole thing is kind of a lot to deal with. It isn't actually the first time it's happened. You weren't here yet when it did last time. It's actually how the whole...polyamory thing came up with me and Iris. It's mostly annoying for me, but I get why it would bother you, especially after everything with the Time Masters and with your dad. If I could help, I would.
Hey. I'm never going to judge you. I know you, Len. You don't have to worry that you're going to say something and that's going to change, or that I'm going to see you differently. You're a good man. And even the parts of you that are still struggling with are parts that I love. And you can trust me when I say that, because I can't lie.
I'm okay not going out if you don't want to, but I think Sara might skin us. Maybe literally. She is terrifying. Please don't tell her I said that. We can make a quick appearance and then duck out and come home. It's not like parties are really my thing. The appeal of drunken debauchery goes away a little when you can't get drunk at all. Though the one new guy, the elf, has something he wants to test on me. Apparently it's really strong. Might have to give it a shot. Pun absolutely intended.
Mick was a part of your life for thirty years. I know he's important to you. And I know he makes you happy. You deserve to be happy. You would say the same thing if Iris were here. I know I'm enough for you. I don't doubt that. You're one of the only things in my life I don't doubt. But I'm never going to stop you from being with Mick too, if that's what you want. Because all I want is for you to be happy.
It's okay, Len. I know this sucks.
In the interest of honesty, I'm finally biting the bullet and seeing a therapist. We still can't do anything about the medication issue, but Harry thinks talking about stuff could still help at least a little. So there's that. Hooray for healthy life choices? I'm not going to delude myself. It won't be easy. I have legitimate mental health issues and those aren't just going to go away, but I have friends and I have you and I have to hope that's enough to help me through this.
I still don't know what to do about Eddie being here. I kind of want to hug him for a week, but I'm not sure that would be a good idea. But I also sort of want to never talk to him because I still feel like it's my fault he's dead and I'm not sure how to deal with that. But I'm glad he's alive. He deserved better than what happened to him.
God, this is so uncomfortable. Can we just take a nap until this is over? I love you. A lot. Like...more than I ever really thought I would love someone.