by Will Stanton » Thu Aug 09, 2018 9:47 pm
"I've been spending the last three weeks trying (and failing) to get people to use me as a mop. I don't care about messy.
I just need to know what you want from me.
You keep saying 'friend'. I can be friendly, no matter what, but...
...is that just, like, a fourth when the three of you go bowling? A neighbor you hang out with every other Friday?
Or do you need someone to serve you? Should I answer to Gemmalara, darn your socks, cook your dinner, clean your room?
Or is there room in your bed for one more, even if they're not sure how to share?
Or does your room need some added decor -- a poster, a scented candle, a laundry basket, that can occasionally come out and be someone to hang out with? Or a motorcycle of your own, to rival Tereza's hog? A tattoo on your girlfriend's arse? A diary you can tell secrets to when you're struggling with the mess of your life?
Or do you march down to ASHLIE's office and buy me from her? A friend in deed is a friend indeed?
A hunting partner to run in the woods? A hunting target to run after?
Maybe you're right, and maybe I'm not as flexible as I can be. I just...I need to know what you want from me, Sam, or it's going to be Hollydale all over again. I need some kind of...definition. And maybe that's not even entirely your decision, or maybe it is. The only thing I can't be for you is your Champion anymore; I can't be trusted with that after what I did. And if there is no...if there is no punishment for my actions, and no chance to redeem myself, so be it."