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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[camarod]

I mean, you said it. He’s dense.

[god help them.]

[heatmetal]

That's not... dense. That's some rock bottom self esteem.

[ he grabs a potato skin, taking a bite of it with a sigh. ]

[camarod]

I don’t - I don’t know how to show him how worthy he is.

[heatmetal]

Me either.

[ ... ]

Loving yourself... that's something you gotta learn how to do. Otherwise, you're never gonna feel like you're enough.

[camarod]

Nothing’s ever easy.

[he’s picking at his food. distracted. a little lost, maybe.]

[heatmetal]

That's life.

[ ... ]

Is it bad I'm terrified to face him?

[camarod]

Nah. At least we’re terrified together.

[heatmetal]

We got this.

[camarod]

Fuck it.

[he gets his fries to go. flags down for the check and gently pulls Eddie to go, too.

it’s now or never, really. ]

[heatmetal]

[ reluctantly, they're ready.

or at least as ready as they'll ever be. eddie looks Stressed but prepared. ]

[camarod]

[it’s somehow more daunting to tell Robin they’re on their way back than it is to face the possibility this may all just blow up.

he’s not scared of Robin Buckley, but he is wary.

still, off they go, Billy maybe driving less like a lunatic just to make the time stretch.]