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“Okay maybe ‘make you like me’ came off as a bit more demanding than I meant to,” he spoke quickly as Todd’s expression turned crestfallen. To be perfectly honest, Bojack hadn’t expected to come this far. After what he’d done? After the way he’d treated him?

“Okay it definitely did. But I only ask because I have good intentions. Swear--promise I do.” God what he wouldn’t give for a stiff drink--twelve. Twelve stiff drinks. Yeah. For now the, for the time being, the smell of whiskey was surprisingly absent from the horse’s being.  

“Todd, please--god just. Hear me out, okay? For five minutes. Please. Just let me say what I need to and if you don’t like what you hear, I’ll walk away, leave you alone. Until you’re ready. If you... Ever are ready. Promise” 

Bojack knew he’d fucked up. He’d fucked up with Herb, he really fucked up with Charlotte. Sarah Lynn. And now Todd--but Todd... He felt like there was a chance to salvage something out of this. Something that would make him feel like less of a complete piece of shit. Bojack rested a hand on his hip and raised a brow at Todd’s completely legitimate criticism.

“First of all, if there was such a handbook, I don’t think I’d be standing here right now trying to prove what a.... No--no. That’s not going to solve anything.” He looked down at the ground before meeting Todd’s gaze. He was taken aback at how cold and unwelcoming it was--something Bojack had never seen in Todd. He thought the last time they’d met they were at least... Civil with one another.

“Let me start with... I’m sorry. I screwed up. Really bad. And it’s all my fault and no one else’s--I made the choice to sleep with Emily and... That was shitty of me. And I would never ask you to be my friend or to even trust me after what I did... After the way I’ve treated you. But after you brought Hollyhock to my house, I’ve been--... I FEEL like I’ve been making a lot of changes to myself. I’m not asking for you to move in--If you want to I know you’ll say something. I just... I-I don’t know. I’m really sorry. I hurt you badly and I understand if you want to continue this whole more-than-not-friends-but-not-really-friends deal. And if you don’t forgive me. Because that’s a thing. And I’m.... surprisingly okay with it.”

For the time being at least.

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It wasn’t everyday that he gets to see an unfamiliar face wandering around the streets at this hour. Most of the inhabitants of Maple Bay like to turn in early, and those who don’t are typically either into the party scene or looking to get shit faced like he was. But this kid? He’d circled the block at least thrice at this point and Robert has yet to see him get into any one of the available bars.  While he doesn’t necessarily think the sketchy man’s a cryptid, he’s not entirely dismissing the notion either. After all, there are human-resembling ones out there. Probably lurking in the woods and wandered out because they were drawn to the lights. Something like that. 

“Hands up. Give me your wallet.” He lets the tense air stay for a brief moment before placing his knife back into his pockets. Just in case the man cryptid tries anything funny, they’ll know he’s armed and ready to stab shit. “Kidding. You look like your walk should have ended hours ago. Where are you headed, buddy?”