His text is a little less Clint and a little more Clint. As best as he can emote through text, anyway. ]
Man I'm really sorry Ange. You're right i should have told you. I didn't tell anyone. Goodbyes aren't really something I do
[ Usually they're too permanent. Usually they're some kind of a bad omen. Usually he hates them because that means he's formed attachments. And attachments are dangerous in his line of ... life. ]
Could you start making them a thing? It's basic decency. That's all I ask.
[Unfortunately all Angela does is form attachments. It's in her nature. As much as she tries not to sometimes, she finds herself caring. Caring about people and caring just a little too much, a little too quickly. Goodbyes to her are permanent too, just like the leaving of everybody she cared about in Eudio. They were all permanent. Fuck, Clint is the only one who's ever come back. Why is this moron different? What's his story?]
I'm not begrudging you going home when you feel like it. That's not my place, but all I want is to not wake up and realize somebody else I liked is gone without giving me a head's up.
[Not like like, but enjoyed his company like. Angela needs two hands to count the number of friends who went bye bye and only needs one finger to count how many she has left in the city. It's getting really hard to cuddle in Cuddletown.]
[ It's the least he can do, yeah. He feels properly chastened, especially through text. Somehow, it just seemed easier to leave without a word. It's not as though he thought anyone would really miss him anyway. He's never really stuck around or said much about himself or made any real effort to make close friendships. At least he'd hoped for that.
(Even if that's a complete lie and he's got a handful of people he'd be damned pissed to find out they'd left.) ]
You're right its a shitty thing to do
[ And somehow it's become a little easier to admit when he's done something shitty. Maybe all those years of Kate calling him out on his bullshit is starting to have an effect. Finally. ]
[She's actually being a little hypocritical. Years ago, Angela was the one who hit the bricks without much of a word, but then it was her leaving lovers in the dust, not friends. She never realized how much it stunk until it was done to her. Over and over again. En masse. If she could take back her twenties and apologize to everyone she screwed over, she would just to avoid this kind of karma.]
If you buy me booze, I could get too drunk to stay mad at you.
[Honestly, he doesn't even need to ply her with alcohol. Clint apologized and really that's all she wanted. But free booze, yo.]
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Shit. Yeah. Okay, he definitely deserves it.
His text is a little less Clint and a little more Clint. As best as he can emote through text, anyway. ]
Man I'm really sorry Ange. You're right i should have told you. I didn't tell anyone. Goodbyes aren't really something I do
[ Usually they're too permanent. Usually they're some kind of a bad omen. Usually he hates them because that means he's formed attachments. And attachments are dangerous in his line of ... life. ]
I'm the worst at them
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[Unfortunately all Angela does is form attachments. It's in her nature. As much as she tries not to sometimes, she finds herself caring. Caring about people and caring just a little too much, a little too quickly. Goodbyes to her are permanent too, just like the leaving of everybody she cared about in Eudio. They were all permanent. Fuck, Clint is the only one who's ever come back. Why is this moron different? What's his story?]
I'm not begrudging you going home when you feel like it. That's not my place, but all I want is to not wake up and realize somebody else I liked is gone without giving me a head's up.
[Not like like, but enjoyed his company like. Angela needs two hands to count the number of friends who went bye bye and only needs one finger to count how many she has left in the city. It's getting really hard to cuddle in Cuddletown.]
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[ It's the least he can do, yeah. He feels properly chastened, especially through text. Somehow, it just seemed easier to leave without a word. It's not as though he thought anyone would really miss him anyway. He's never really stuck around or said much about himself or made any real effort to make close friendships. At least he'd hoped for that.
(Even if that's a complete lie and he's got a handful of people he'd be damned pissed to find out they'd left.) ]
You're right its a shitty thing to do
[ And somehow it's become a little easier to admit when he's done something shitty. Maybe all those years of Kate calling him out on his bullshit is starting to have an effect. Finally. ]
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If you buy me booze, I could get too drunk to stay mad at you.
[Honestly, he doesn't even need to ply her with alcohol. Clint apologized and really that's all she wanted. But free booze, yo.]
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However much you want
I'll get it
[ Just --
Don't be mad anymore? :c
But also, yes. Free booze. ]
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[Her liver will stage a revolution one day.]
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I think I can handle it
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I gotta admire that
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Everybody should try living this way.
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In fact I've been thinking of cutting back
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Yeah okay
I guess that's an option