#debsley

[septic-dr-schneep]

Ben: Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for Deb.

Wes, staring lovingly at Deb across the room: I don’t have feelings for Deb.

Ben: That is nowhere near my eyes.

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Deb: Wesley and I don’t use pet names.

Ben: I see. Hey, what do bees make?

Deb: Honey?

Wes: Yes, dear?

Deb:

Ben: Don’t ever lie to my face again.

[septic-dr-schneep]

Ben: Deb isn’t answering her phone.

Wes: I’ll call her.

Ben: Scott and I have both tried six times each. What makes you think you’ll -- ?

Deb: Hello?

[septic-dr-schneep]

Wes: Bottling up negative emotions is bad for your health, so you shouldn’t do it.

Deb: I know. That’s why I bottle up all my emotions, both positive and negative, so it cancels out.

Wes: Th-That's not how that works --

[septic-dr-schneep]

It’s heavy to think about. Nineteen years. Nineteen years ago Deb accidentally killed the love of her life and every version of her in the multiverse has been trying to make up for it ever since. Up until her death she always seemed untouchable but when you think about how tired she and all the others must be, after all this time... It’s no wonder she said “Don’t pity my 863 self.” She’s with Wes now. At least our version of her can rest.