[ Fortunately. Unfortunately. Spending any fraction of time thinking about Embry Moore is not something Jake devotes time to. Still — hard not to contextualize it, the banner couple of months that guy's been having. Never has there been a man who chooses to bleed, every single time, and forgets that choice when it hits the people who inexplicably give half a shit about him.
Jake thumbs a couple things out. Backspaces. At the end of the day, loyalty's hardwon but simple: ]
Won't pretend I know what it is, but I know it always takes something to get back up. You need anything from me?
cool nice that everyone now has the option of choosing the stephen or embry version of how fucked in the head i am 👍👍👍
[ why did either of them feel like they needed to say anything about that? (because bob’s role, even in his own life, is secondary to their own, probably, as the great tragic heroes, either finding the bad guy or playing one.) ]
i don’t even know what it is i mean i’m trying to figure it out i read a bunch of self-help books but most of the guys in those weren’t nuclear weapons, just assholes
[ question: is he a nuclear weapon and an asshole? ]
can we hang out normal? i know i should have said more about my whole thing, man, and i’m really sorry but i liked pretending to be normal with you
[ but i liked pretending to be normal with you. Doesn't matter that Bob can't see it — Jake rolls his toothpick from one corner of his mouth to the other and feels a laugh knuckle out behind his teeth, the kind that blunts a little on the last syllable. Thumbs out immediately, ]
Bobby You look like a guy I met in a bar in North Island who shelled peanuts into his lap The bar for normal is in hell
[ He's just a man who sails in metal across the sky. The only self-help book that sits on his shelves at home is by Judith Herman, and he never did make it through the whole thing. But there is no man on god's green earth who wears the wings, and his uniform, and doesn't know what it looks like when something eats away on the inside. ]
I know that better not be an apology, considering I never asked for one And I do not make it a habit of picking up things I don't need
You know how to skate? Know you're packing a couple hundred tomahawks in your chest but I am not in the state of mind to let you score goals on the ice for free
[ The message between the lines: You and me, we're square. I'm asking after you, not me. ]
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you read all that stuff?
[ why does this feel like the quarterback found your diary ]
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[ Fortunately. Unfortunately. Spending any fraction of time thinking about Embry Moore is not something Jake devotes time to. Still — hard not to contextualize it, the banner couple of months that guy's been having. Never has there been a man who chooses to bleed, every single time, and forgets that choice when it hits the people who inexplicably give half a shit about him.
Jake thumbs a couple things out. Backspaces. At the end of the day, loyalty's hardwon but simple: ]
Won't pretend I know what it is, but I know it always takes something to get back up.
You need anything from me?
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nice that everyone now has the option of choosing the stephen or embry version of how fucked in the head i am 👍👍👍
[ why did either of them feel like they needed to say anything about that? (because bob’s role, even in his own life, is secondary to their own, probably, as the great tragic heroes, either finding the bad guy or playing one.) ]
i don’t even know what it is
i mean i’m trying to figure it out
i read a bunch of self-help books but most of the guys in those weren’t nuclear weapons, just assholes
[ question: is he a nuclear weapon and an asshole? ]
can we hang out normal?
i know i should have said more about my whole thing, man, and i’m really sorry
but i liked pretending to be normal with you
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Bobby
You look like a guy I met in a bar in North Island who shelled peanuts into his lap
The bar for normal is in hell
[ He's just a man who sails in metal across the sky. The only self-help book that sits on his shelves at home is by Judith Herman, and he never did make it through the whole thing. But there is no man on god's green earth who wears the wings, and his uniform, and doesn't know what it looks like when something eats away on the inside. ]
I know that better not be an apology, considering I never asked for one
And I do not make it a habit of picking up things I don't need
You know how to skate?
Know you're packing a couple hundred tomahawks in your chest
but I am not in the state of mind to let you score goals on the ice for free
[ The message between the lines: You and me, we're square. I'm asking after you, not me. ]
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take the compliment, jackass
[ you make me feel normal. you make me feel steady. you make me feel better. even back at the commune, when jake thought he was someone else. ]
wanda taught me
but uh you know i don’t do so great with things flying at my head
[ said the superhero with perfectly precise reflexes. ]
how about a fifteen second head start?