[ he remembers, vaguely, that hawk had something planned for that night everything had gone wrong. something that sounded nice, something that wasn't supposed to end the way their night had actually ended. he doesn't think he'll ever find out what it was, and he's too stubborn to ask now. ]
you're not getting an invitation over. i'll get it from you at the office.
[ mostly because he doesn't want hawk to see the state he's in. he looks bad even for his own tarnished reputation, like he might need more than just a day to get this out of his system.
did he call her? furiously, he scrolls through his calls and texts, and finds nothing he doesn't recognize. no numbers not in his contacts. no trace of what could have transpired the night before. his stomach sinks as he keeps looking, his efforts futile. ]
of course i called her. we have history. stop trying to twist this to fit your own stupid narrative. who did you fuck last?
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you're not getting an invitation over.
i'll get it from you at the office.
[ mostly because he doesn't want hawk to see the state he's in. he looks bad even for his own tarnished reputation, like he might need more than just a day to get this out of his system.
did he call her? furiously, he scrolls through his calls and texts, and finds nothing he doesn't recognize. no numbers not in his contacts. no trace of what could have transpired the night before. his stomach sinks as he keeps looking, his efforts futile. ]
of course i called her. we have history.
stop trying to twist this to fit your own stupid narrative.
who did you fuck last?