❝ Why the fuck am I crying? ❞
“I don’t know, why are you crying?” Marsh asked, trying not to roll his eyes at Dagny. That wasn’t fair to her; just because he was feeling shitty about Buffy icing him out thanks to his sex tape with Gwen didn’t mean he couldn’t be a nice friend to other people, and Dagny obviously needed somebody right now. She was letting him crash on her couch, the least he could do was listen to her and give her a shoulder to cry on. “I mean -- you can cry if you want to, but haven’t your friends been broken up for like... half a year now or something? That’s totally long enough for him to be able to start kissing people again, and if he didn’t like freak out on you too bad, maybe he wants you to be his new kissing buddy. I mean, you’re cute, you’re fun, why not you?” he asked, not really getting the scope of the whole situation. He and Kitten hadn’t had a ton of mutual friends when they’d split, there’d been nobody caught in the middle like Dagny was. “And I’m sure you weren’t a terrible kisser or anything like that, maybe when you’re feeling better he’ll come back for seconds, but for now like... chill and watch a movie with me or something, it’ll get your mind off stuff.”
SHIT I SAY — SENTENCE STARTERS