Re: Call: Jamie/Seven
[Flat.] Better. [He exhales.] That's the thing, man. You feel stuff. Like, all the time you feel stuff. Big and small. And this shit only works if you make room for how I feel. The way I feel instead of the way you assume I feel. You know how you made me feel after you made me feel shitty and like I was getting played? Worse, because you then made it about how I felt about you, told me how I did or didn't feel and when I got mad, you acted like I was out.
I can't do this if I'm going to feel shitty whenever there's stuff you feel that's big enough that you forget to think about it being an us, instead of about you. Like the stuff with my sisters. You know Amy. You know some of her stuff, right? You can't let how you feel take over so bad you leave me with a whole bunch of broken pieces you don't care about. I won't do that to my family. The last guy who did that, Hugh? My brother got high at the dinner thing we were at with him. Si's my big brother. And I care that he stays okay, that nothing makes him have to like, take care of any of us right now. If you make Amy or Mars cry, if you make Si's life harder because he's trying to protect our sisters, you're fucking with me. You're hurting me.