[The dangers of being given a night off, knowing that Mark is with Isolde, and having access to a bottle of something a hell of a lot stronger than the usual Żywiec porter. Time for a middle of the night, drunk text...]
i can't do rhis. i can't sit here and watch you both when you know hlw i feel about you. i feel like you've torn mu heart ojt and stomped it into the ground, and i don't know how i'm meant to carry on, knowing i can't have uou
i need to leave. but i promised i wluldn't and it's killing me
you have each otyer now, so why can't you just tell me to go? the only reason i still exist in your world is because i'm youe bodyguard. i can be replaced
[Urgh. Okay, time to find a fresh bottle. Hold please, caller.]
You and Isolde are going to be married. It doesn't matter if it's- Shit. [Unintelligible muttering] It doesn't matter if it's real behind the scenes or not, you'll still be Mr and Mrs Trevena. I can't be a part of that.
[Yes, he has indeed found the speech to text option. So much easier to keep drinking when he has both hands free.]
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Date: 2026-01-31 10:24 am (UTC)i can't do rhis. i can't sit here and watch you both when you know hlw i feel about you. i feel like you've torn mu heart ojt and stomped it into the ground, and i don't know how i'm meant to carry on, knowing i can't have uou
i need to leave. but i promised i wluldn't and it's killing me
i can't do this anymore
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Date: 2026-01-31 12:53 pm (UTC)[ It's a moot point, when no one can actually leave, but Mark never demanded that promise from him. That must have been Isolde. ]
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Date: 2026-01-31 01:17 pm (UTC)tell me to leave. please. i need you yo fire me
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Date: 2026-01-31 02:04 pm (UTC)I haven't changed my stance.
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Date: 2026-01-31 02:15 pm (UTC)[Urgh. Okay, time to find a fresh bottle. Hold please, caller.]
You and Isolde are going to be married. It doesn't matter if it's- Shit. [Unintelligible muttering] It doesn't matter if it's real behind the scenes or not, you'll still be Mr and Mrs Trevena. I can't be a part of that.
[Yes, he has indeed found the speech to text option. So much easier to keep drinking when he has both hands free.]
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Date: 2026-01-31 02:21 pm (UTC)By all accounts, we're not even in the same dimension as the one where our marriage will be recorded.
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Date: 2026-01-31 02:38 pm (UTC)[His thoughts are broken up, each coming through as a separate text as his phone takes his silence as a finished message.]
I told you that I get attached, and that it's a problem. I can't. Want you. Because then I won't be able to let go. I won't.
I won't be able to go back to how things should be when we go home.
[More drinking, in a failed attempt at dulling the pain of ripping his own heart out instead.]
So just tell me to leave, Mark. Please. I don't think I can survive you otherwise.
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Date: 2026-01-31 09:43 pm (UTC)This is an opportunity. Time we wouldn't have elsewhere. I'd like to make the most of it.
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Date: 2026-01-31 10:57 pm (UTC)You and Isolde have a future together. I don't. So you can't say something like that. It's cruller than making me leave would ever be.