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That's good.
Sorry I tried to chase you down in the woods, then.

[She still feels a little guilty; the hurt he did to her was minimal, and she's used to being the damage sponge.]

it's fine.

[He probably deserved it, given the way that...thing operating his body likes to act.]

did you tell anyone

No.
Not my business to tell.
I'm not that much of an asshole.

[He'd laugh, but it's not very funny. It's not even remotely funny that Jay doesn't clear that hurdle of not that much of an asshole.

That Jay didn't.

Didn't clear that hurdle.]

thanks.

[She doesn't even know. Whoops. This drama runs deep and she's barely skimming the surface.]

You don't have to do this alone.
I want to help, if I can.
If you need it.
Alright?

it shouldn't happen again.

[And that's sure as hell not a promise he can keep. But she doesn't need to know that either.]

Well.
Let me know if there's anything I can do.
I don't blame you if it does.

it shouldn't.

[And she should. But he doesn't want to draw this conversation out any longer than he has to.]

Alright.
Good luck.

[She can't force it out of him, so she'll have to leave it there. But she hopes he'll reach out, if he needs it. She really does.]

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