Re: Call: Jamie/Seven
Yeah, I do get that. I guess I didn't think shit was bad enough for you to need to get ambushed to listen. [Flatly, voice low and raw-sounding.] Look, Jamie, you can relax about the me-part of dinner with your family. Obviously it's not a good idea.
[He goes a long time without saying anything, because he's busy feeling his heartbeat throb in his belly and his eyes feel tight with pressure even after he presses his fingertips and thumb against his closed eyelids.] I'm sorry. I've been fucking selfish, here.