Trust in me and fall as well

Simon Bishop || Twenty-Eight "I've got what you need, baby."

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Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?

dead  I dunno. I don't even know where I'll be in the next ten days.

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text // simon & linc

Linc: I will...

Simon: You better. I'll have doughnuts waiting. You wouldn't wanna miss out, right?

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text // matty & simon

Matty: Fuck you. I'm not fucking fighting you, I'm trying to fucking help you.

Matty: You'll fucking regret pushing me away when he fucking ends up killing you.

Simon: Whatever. I hear drowning is a lot more peaceful than seizures and strokes anyhow.

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Linc: I promise....

Linc: No, don't come here. I'll meet you at my place... at night.

Simon: I'll be waiting there until you get home...and you /will/ come home? right?

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text // matty & simon

Matty: ............

Matty: That was low.

Simon: Sometimes you need to kick someone in the balls to get them to fight fair.

Simon: ....I'm sorry, Matty. I'm sick okay? I know I'm fucked up and not right in the head, but right now I don't need you breathing down my neck about it....

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Matty: Simon, you went through severe psychological trauma. You need to see someone.

Simon: No I don't! I need to be left alone, I need people to stop breathing down my throat.

Simon: I need you to understand and stop trying to push me, last time you did you almost killed me.

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text // simon & linc

Linc: I'll leave tomorrow...

Simon: ....tomorrow? You promise?

Simon: I can come get you tomorrow...and make sure you leave. I'll even bring Leo...

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text // matty & simon

Matty: You don't just accept shit like that, Simon.

Matty: Why don't I set up a therapy appointment for you?

Simon: I don't need therapy! I'm not having it, I don't need it....no fucking therapy and no fucking rehab!

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text // simon & linc

Linc: I.. um. He'll be mad if I leave.

Simon: Let him be mad. He can't hurt you if you're not there, Linc.

Simon: He's a fucking asshole, he's not worth your time or any part of you...

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Linc: No.... I can't.

Simon: Why not? Has he hurt you really badly? Is he like watching you and stuff?

Simon: Linc....I'm worried about you, I just want you safe.

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text // matty & simon

Matty: Because it IS wrong and fucked, Simon.

Matty: Distance yourself from him. Then it will stop.

Simon: I /tried/ that. I've tried everything...and it just gets worse.

Simon: I don't want to. Are you not understanding that? I've tried and tried and I no longer want to, I gave up on trying and I've accepted it.

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text // simon & linc

Linc: ........

Linc: I'm at Mark's...

Simon: Oh Lin....

Simon: Do you want me to come and get you? I can be there in like 15 minutes...

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text // matty & simon

Matty: That's because the whole situation is fucked, Simon.

Simon: Just fuck off, Mateo. I've tried explaining it to you, I've tried and you just keep telling me it's wrong and it's fucked.

Simon: I can't fix how I feel, don't you think I've fucking tried?!

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text // simon & linc

Linc: Since Friday morning.

Linc: No... I'm okay....

Simon: And you haven't been home? At all? Where even are you?

Simon: Bullshit. What's going on Linc....

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text // simon & linc

Linc: No... He needs more food probably and some treats... He might have gotten his potato toy stuck behind the tv again...

Linc: No.... It's not....

Simon: ....how long haven't you been home for?

Simon: What's happened? Are you alright? Do you need me to come get you?

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text // matty & simon

Matty: I don't fucking know, Simon. Talk to her. Maybe tell her all of the bullshit he's done to you.

Simon: What?! And worry her more? Because that seems like such a great idea.

Simon: Why would I tell her about that when she can't even give me the time of day when I try to talk to her? It's bad enough you know as little as you fucking do.

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text // matty & simon

Matty: You know, you've really freaked Meg out with this. And me, really.

Simon: What do you want me to do?