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[ The other problem is being annoying those who are trying to sleep like normal people. Even if Locus is pretty far from normal. But whatever. ]

What is the matter with you?

[ It's not really concern that he's asking. Sorry. ]

[douchebag]

[ He knows it isn't concern. It's never concern with Locus. ]

suht up. i dont wan to be liek ths. fuk nos ive ben tring not to be. cant al be leik u.

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[ It is concern sometimes. But just from the way Felix is typing he knows he's drunk and he just doesn't have the patience for this. ]

I have never asked you to be like me. Nor have I expected anyone else to be like me. What is the issue now?

[douchebag]

[ He never has the patience for him! ]

i told u. i mis u.

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[ He would if he wasn't such a fucking idiot. ]

You said muss.

[douchebag]

its a fuking tpyo. autocrect is shit. u kno what i ment.

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Considering the time and your state, no, I am not positive I know what you mean.

[douchebag]

y do u thnk im liek this? for fuking fun? cant sleep. cant stay in my hous bcuz ill just thnk abt shit.

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I stopped questioning why you do the things you do a long time ago. What is it you want from me, Felix? I have tried to keep the peace between us here, but the last time we spoke that didn't seem to interest you.

[douchebag]

i dont want fuking peace. i want u.

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[ What. ]

Want me what? The way I was? That's not going to happen.

[douchebag]

jesus fuking chrits no. i told u i was sry for that and i think we prtty wel establshd ur fine without me. so what? im suposed to get over fuking dying but ur going to hold that over me fovrer?

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I'm not holding anything over you. Nor do I think you should just get over what happened. I don't know where you're coming from right now, Felix.

[douchebag]

omg. locus. ffs. I MISS YOU.

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Yes, so you've said. I can only do so much on my side of this, Felix. If you want something you have to meet me halfway.

[douchebag]

what do u want? i cant read ur mind.

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I told you already. I wanted a truce between us. That's the first step we can take.

[douchebag]

u make it sound lik were at wae.

[classification]

Weren't we? We're not exactly in the best place.

[douchebag]

whay part of dyibg horribly fuked me up sounds like i want to kil u to u?

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There's more to war than killing one another. We're both angry, Felix. That does not go away.

[douchebag]

fine.

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Fine what?

[douchebag]

fine. whatevr u wanr. hats the way itz alwyx been. why bother changing now.

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Whatever I want?! Since when? It has always been what YOU want. Your ideas, your acceptance of jobs, you doing whatever it is you felt like regardless of the consequences, your taking over where you felt I was inadequate. The only thing I have ever expressed as wanting for me AND for you, you ignored me.

Here, I was willing to put aside our differences and have a truce. For us to work together when we need to and help each other out. The last time we spoke, you threw that all back in my face because you can't seem to trust me.

So, as it stands, Isaac, I don't know what you want and can't fathom why you would miss me.