nicolas/jeremy.
I'm not going to punch you, not even to prove that I don't hit like a girl.
I bloody am.
I'm- I'm sorry, Nicolas. I've just gotten so caught up with this in-between world, and- and with Anaximander, and- I'm sorry. I feel like such a bloody fuck up now, I really do- and it isn't because of my classes, or my pitiful Quidditch moves, or anything unimportant like that- it's you. I'm sorry, I'll spend more time with you, I'm sorry, Nicolas, just- I don't want to hurt you. But how do I choose between you and this world? I couldn't- I can't- but why do I feel like you're making me?
How lucky that we can depend on you for that, then.