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Newan shakes her head "You know exactly who it was When you’re ready, you’ll be able to come to that realization on your own In the meantime, yes, I suppose your rather brief summation’s correct You need to man up And that means continued therapy This isn’t a sih "That your official diagnosis?"

"I didn’t need to talk with you to know you were fucked up But yes"

"So I have a lifeti and talking about ht not try to murder anyone who happens to be in the same room as me while I sleep?" I say anyone, but it’s pretty clear who Ime a curious look

"You really care about her, huh? I knew you did, but this…this is totally against your archetypal behavior I never thought you’d be able to get yourself here"

"Don’t be too fucking is I note with so the last few minutes, has been abandoned on the arm of her chair "Okay, then," she says "In answer to your question, yes You have a lot of work ahead of you I can help you, though" She scowls, as though offering her assistance causes her physical pain "To say I’m conflicted in this matter would be the understate to put in the hard yards for Sloane, then I’m the last person likely to talk you out of it We can see each other twice a week Get the ball rolling In theyou, I can give you so pills?"

"Anti-psychotics"

I stand up I’m halfway to the door before Newan realizes she’s fucked up "I don’t mean you’re a psychopath, Zeth I just nificantly when--"

"Shut the fuck up" I spin around, focusing the full force ofpills, Newan Nothing Not sleeping pills Not anti-fucking-psychotics Nothing"

"Okay" She holds up her hands--the Taser is once et the medication I’ll still help you"

"And why the hell would you do that?" I growl

She looks miserable as she lowers her hands "Because…despite what you may think, I love my friend, Zeth And I know I’ve screwed up, but all I’ve ever wanted for her is for her to be safe If I help you, if I e, then I know there’s no way in hell you’ll ever hurt her"

I feel like puking onto her polished fucking tiles Like no other, this woman has the ability to make me feel like a pile of shit "Okay, fine I’ll cood, if you try to pull anything with the cops--"

"I won’t I proe to ask what the fuck she thinks I’ to cut it, Zeth," she says, as though readingyou did to other inmates when you were in prison? You saw theth You do the sa to me If you see et you where you so clearly want to be"

A part of ht noant to walk out of that door, sla look back I can’t envision what she’s talking about--us working together to fix me A teaainst ht, and I know I’ll do whatever it takes I want to give her what she wants Sex is all well and good, but I know her She craves a level of intiht now, because the consequences are just too dire And ht I’d see the day, but I want that level of intilad I really aht?"

I open the door, pausing in the doorway "So far nothing insurprised if the universe decided to give s The other side of the bed I find myself in is woefully empty My heart sinks a little, which is stupid, I know, but soood way, and not by the barrel of a gun or so this, a small yelp breaks the silence of the rooht to find a pair of war back at me Ernie the Schnauzer, stretched out across runtled sound--o!--as he licks his chops, clearly unhappy at being disturbed by , and then rests his head on his paws

"Oh You," I tell hirey whiskers twitching as he givesis only half a woof He continues to grumble as I jimmy my feet out from underneath him and clamber out of bed My body is sore in a way that makesZeth-sore