Re: Call: Jamie/Seven
[Something inside him opens up, with a gnawing edge that makes his stomach feel tight. He leans with his hip against the railing, grip tightening.] I know. I know it's hard. I mean - [A short, sharp huff of exhalation, frustrated.] I don't know, and I get that. I told them that, that I'm not trying to pretend like I know you better after a year than they do after a lifetime, yeah? It's not about what they tried to do to me, Jamie. It really pissed me off, what they wanted to do to you. And that they expected me to go along with it and if I didn't then I just get written off. I get that they want to help you but they mostly made it seem like it was about them, not what would actually help. Mars, she seemed like she was listening until she told me that if I said anything to you, she'd never forgive me. And I'm sorry, Jamie, if it makes me an asshole but my loyalty isn't to their feelings about what you're going through.
[His stomach sinks a little. He scrubs one hand over his face and leans his weight back until he's sitting on the edge of a step.] Shit. I know, the timing's fucked, I just - the whole thing, it wouldn't have pissed me off so much if I didn't care about you the way that I do. It doesn't have to be a big thing, yeah? I just feel like we've done enough holding shit back. Or I have, anyway. That's all.