"Jessica...." he tried to stop her some point in the middle of all that. Again he tried and by time she got to the end and she was looking probably worse than she had in the first place, Wylie was about ready to slap the crap out of her. Oh, like they all haven't have fucking horrible lives. The difference is, she has to live forever and he doesn't.
"Jessica! You ranting twat, I don't give a fuck about some asshole named Hoyt or the shit that got you turned! Jesus fucking Christ," he yelled, hand moving through his already unruly hair, making it stand at odd angles even more so. "Yeah, your life is shitty. You and your boyfriend broke up. The rest of us have had that problem already and I don't think that counts as being a crisis. Stop pitying yourself. It never does anyone any good. Believe me, I've fuckin' been there." Long story short, he didn't give a shit because he'd seen it all before. He'd been there before. He'd had his life ripped apart. He knew what it was like, but he wasn't about to reveal that. Not to her. Not like this.
"Fuck, okay? Just... forget I came here and go get a snack or whatever you were doing," he didn't need to find her anyway. She obviously wasn't catching what he was saying. It wasn't that he didn't care or he wanted to be an asshole. He was trying to save her from her own self-destruction. He'd been there already. He'd done that. Granted, playing therapist wasn't really his thing.
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Date: 2011-10-20 06:44 am (UTC)"Jessica! You ranting twat, I don't give a fuck about some asshole named Hoyt or the shit that got you turned! Jesus fucking Christ," he yelled, hand moving through his already unruly hair, making it stand at odd angles even more so. "Yeah, your life is shitty. You and your boyfriend broke up. The rest of us have had that problem already and I don't think that counts as being a crisis. Stop pitying yourself. It never does anyone any good. Believe me, I've fuckin' been there." Long story short, he didn't give a shit because he'd seen it all before. He'd been there before. He'd had his life ripped apart. He knew what it was like, but he wasn't about to reveal that. Not to her. Not like this.
"Fuck, okay? Just... forget I came here and go get a snack or whatever you were doing," he didn't need to find her anyway. She obviously wasn't catching what he was saying. It wasn't that he didn't care or he wanted to be an asshole. He was trying to save her from her own self-destruction. He'd been there already. He'd done that. Granted, playing therapist wasn't really his thing.