winterfurst:
ââŠJesus, youâre making it sound like he almost killed someoneâŠBut, you know Iâll be there for him whatever it is. Lay it on meâŠâ
âJesus Christ,â he hissed, leaning forward in his seat as he covered his mouth. Fuck. Almost beating a person to death out of sheer rage. Out of sheer revenge. For fucks sake⊠He could understand why Edward didnât want to tell him butâŠChrist.Â
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling his bangs fall into his face. Theyâd get through this. He would absolutely make sure theyâd get through this. But, Jay was right, heâd have to make sure that Edward didnât run. Hell, Satoshi would run if it was him.Â
âGod. Fucking Christ. Iâm going to personally fucking murder whoever the fucking source is. âŠJesus. What do we got left before the bomb drops? A week? Less? I never know because this shit leaks into the internet all the time.â
  âDonât know. Less than a week, for sure, but beyond that I have no clue. Could be tomorrow, for all we know. Which is why I needed you to know about it now. Iâm gonna go and tell his parents, too. His phoneâs probably gonna be full of friends and family trying to hound him for explanations once the articleâs printed and sold, but if you and his parents already know beforehand it should take the biggest stingers away at least. Itâs about as much as I can do for him, right now. ...Iâm sorry for showing up without warning and dumping all that on you, but Iâm sure you understand.â













