[Drops his hands away and rolls out from underneath him, sitting up and reaching for the bottle of wine again, sighing]
Yeah, well, what the hell do I know. [He's the one who always left, for others. Although he doesn't think he broke Flea's heart...]
[Of course he's going to fucking worry. jfc.] [...] Someday, you'll give your heart to someone who actually deserves it and they'll treat you right - no leading you on or teasing or breaking your heart. And then you'll be happy. That's how it's supposed to be for you. [That's how it should be, for those who give away their heart without reservation. ... 8(]