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How do you expect me to talk about any of what was said when you don't even remember it happening? I would rather not relive that particular moment of my life, thank you very much.

It's bad enough I've had to deal with it twice, while you've conveniently forgotten I existed both times.

[bardish]

[ Normally, Jeff would be like AHA, OKAY, SO LET'S START AT THIS POINT AND TALK THIS OUT.

Normally, he's more empathetic-- at least, he'd like to think so.

Right now he's riled up, so all he can do is let out a sharp, bitter laugh. ]

Yeah, it's so convenient I spent my early twenties trying to turn my brain into oatmeal. Which, by the way, I did just to fuck with you!

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You didn't care about me enough to fuck with me.

And I doubt much has changed.

[bardish]

[ CAM.

ARE YOU FOR REAL?

If Jeff weren't so pissed right now, he'd almost find the pettiness adorable. Almost. ]

Yeah, shockingly, drug-addicted musicians tend to be assholes. You grew up in the 80s, man, how'd you miss all the PSAs?

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I didn't watch TV.

[bardish]

[ PAUUUUUSE.

In a fit of pure pettiness: ]

Okaaay. So. I'm gonna say my reason for being less than perfect is better than yours.

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What, because you were a bigger fuck up than I was?

I'll give you that award.

[bardish]

[ When he speaks again, it's pretty clear in the tightness in his voice that Jeff's doing his best to keep his temper in check.

HE'S TRYING. ]

You know, right now? I'm so glad I never opened up to you about my past.

I'd hate to've given you even more ammo to throw back in my face.

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You're the one who said your excuse was better than mine.

I think they call that 'playing yourself'.

[bardish]

[ Oh no, his button's been pushed. Jeff doesn't have very many, but THE FEW HE DOES HAVE... ]

And I think this isn't a fucking game.

Whatever. Enjoy feeling like the world's biggest martyr.

[ HE'LL LEAVE YOU TO YOUR WALLOWING. ]