Jul 28
imagine you only have 2 minutes left to live and you go up to a rooftop so you don’t hurt anyone else, but your stubborn employer/the only friend you have comes to save you even though the chances are slim and he’s probably going to die with you if he stays, so you point a gun at him to make him go away and that doesn’t work and next thing you know he’s unbuttoning your shirt and trying to disable the bomb strapped to your chest while you tell him that it’s okay, you would’ve killed yourself by now anyway if you hadn’t met him. meanwhile, new york glitters gently in the background
happened to my good friend john reese
