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[To be honest, Reece didn't know what the precipice was, not even as he stood at it, on it, in the body of another man. He didn't know if the precipice was Cat, fucking Cat, being with Cat, suggesting being with Cat, or some vice never fully acknowledged. Alcoholism or gambling addiction or both, or maybe something different. He went through the entirety of the thing, and came out the other side like, way more confused.
He didn't even know if he was supposed to feel jealous, because he had no idea what was going on, and how stupid would it be to feel jealous of a man wanting to play a card game? Extremely stupid.—Reece thought about it all, about Jack, about Cat, about not being able to tell the difference between feelings for someone and an addiction, and he decided he was happier being himself, than anything close to this man.]