> You see Dave’s reply to your post and you grit your teeth. Yes, it was your fault for fucking things up with Dirk, but Strider junior didn’t have to go and rub your personal failures in your face like that. Not when it was a human you actually cared about. A lot. A human you cared about a lot. Fuck. Fuck you missed Dirk. You need to get offline. You grip your forehead, feeling the headaches returning, pounding violently at your skull. You needed to just lay down. Lay down and forget about everyone with the last name Strider.









