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James Griffin
UN: j.griffin

STATUS: College Undergrad

ACCOLADES: Student Council Vice-President

BIO: Aspiring Garrison Rune Guard officer.

© TESSISAMESS

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[marmoron]

[There aren't words strong enough to convey the degree of regret he feels right this second. He's said so much hateful shit that he wouldn't take back, so why is this the thing he wants to physically pummel out of James' brain? Keith looks up.]

I don't need a fucking pep talk from you. Drop it.

[onebetter]

It's not a pep talk. I'm just saying it so you know for sure.

[ He pauses and sighs.]

Or as sure as you'll believe me on anything.

[ The bitterness about Keith second guessing him hasn't resolved yet. Jame sits back down on his desk chair, though he still looks at Keith.]

That's all.

[marmoron]

[Keith stares at James for a long moment, teeth grit and looking like he's got a lot he wants to say in response to that, but he's gone so far to the other extreme of not wanting to say anything else unnecessary that the ensuing silence itself is deafening. Slowly, he lets go of the bed frame, ignoring the dull aching of his fingers to fold his arms over his chest.]

Fine. It's not a pep talk. We done here or do you have any other grievances you wanna air out.

[onebetter]

[ 'It's not me who turned this into an ordeal' James wants to say and doesn't, because that would turn into another ordeal in and of itself.] .

Done. I'll leave you alone, so go rest.

[marmoron]

[It's on the tip of his tongue to remind James he doesn't need anyone's permission to rest, but he's just so thoroughly done with words, still so angry with himself for having said so much that he simpy turns his back on James and lies back down. Pulling the blanket back over himself, Keith represses a sigh and closes his eyes.

Sleep isn't going to come any time soon and after everything, it feels even more like a futile dream to chase after.]