Keller
No. You're not disgusting, Chris, stop. I wasn't running from that. I loved it, and it... God, and you say I'm thick sometimes.
Chris, I love you. And... call me a fag, hate me for it all you want, but.. last night was perfect, you were... are perfect, here, and it... scared me, okay? I was convinced that I was going to... snap out of this shit, wake up back on the bus and have this all just being a fucking huge joke on me. So.. I panicked. I ran.
If one of us is disgusting, it's me. And I don't deserve you saying it's alright, but... no, there's nothing else. I- I'm sorry, Chris.