Jesse: I know, you've certainly proved that..
Dave: I hope so. And I always will.
Dave: It's okay, Jesse. I get it, I've been there. I love you.
Jesse: I love you, too. Thank you. For everything.
Dave: It's no problem. Anything. I'm here, okay?
Jesse: ..............
Jesse: Dave, you're so right. I'm so sorry. I... I promised myself I'd never stoop this low, never get this depressed and broken.. I'm being so selfish, I'm so sorry. I won't do it. I won't go anywhere. I'll be here for you. For everyone. I'm so sorry. :(
Dave: It's okay, Jesse. I get it, I've been there. I love you.
Jesse: I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't say that you'll be okay, because I don't know. I just.. hope you will be. You will get better, you'll be happier. I know you will. I'm proud of you, and really happy to hear that. I'm with Hunter now, I'll... what can't you do without me?
Dave: Thank you... I can't...god, Jesse. I can go to you about shit that I can't with Hunter. Now that we've...we've dated or whatever, I just can't. He helps me, yes, but I need someone who will just...let me say bad things about myself sometimes. I need someone who will hold my hand during breakups and upsets. I need someone to cuddle with while I watch terrible television. I need someone I can talk to about boys and homework and silly things like that. I need someone who encourages me to go out and try things. I need someone who makes me laugh and smile like you do and well...you're the best person for all of that. And you know...I know people lose other people all the time. And you assume they're okay, though, because they can still laugh. Because they can still smile and they get up every morning and because they seem okay, but I'll tell you a secret...we're not. We're not fucking okay, because there's a hole in our lives left by that person that no one will ever be able to fill. Nobody will ever be able to replace my mother. Ever. And the worst part is, she isn't even dead. But if she were, it would be so much worse, because that shit is permanent. I know she won't, but fuck, at least I know it's possible I could bump into her in the world. If she were dead like Kurt's mom, that just wouldn't be possible. And yeah, ask him how that is. Ask him if despite him being able to laugh and love and live if there isn't still a part of him that's fucked up from that. If when he lies awake at night while trying to go to sleep that he doesn't think about what's he lost. If his smile doesn't falter sometimes because he thinks, "I bet my mom would have liked that..." It's the same fucking thing. So yeah, on the outside I might be "okay" and I'll "move on" but that will be forever. There wouldn't be a day that would go by where I don't think about you and miss you.
Jesse: I'm going to him, I promise. I'm not just saying it.. but Dave, you really will be okay..
Dave: Not if you fucking kill yourself I won't be. You can't tell me what I will and will not be, because you don't fucking know. You don't know how screwed up I am. You don't get it and that's okay. I neve really told you because I didn't want to burden you and I'm trying to get better, but just...jesus. I haven't cut in weeks, but I swear to god, Jesse, I can't... I can't do it if you do this.
Jesse: Dave, I... I'm going to Hunter's now. I'll just... I'll... I'll wait.
Dave: Okay... P-please really go to him. Please don't just tell me you will and then...I can't, Jesse. I fucking can't. I know it's selfish of me, but I don't have that many people in my life. You're one of my best friends, you're my family. I can't fucking lose you. I just can't.
Hunter: It will be alright, Dave. I'll fix this.
Dave: Okay...okay... Th-thank you. fuck...
Hunter: I'm sorry, Dave. For...everything.
Dave: It's...it's okay, just please... god.
Hunter: It will be alright, Dave. I'll fix this.
Dave: Okay...okay... Th-thank you. fuck...
Dave: Hunter...I think Jesse's going to try and kill himself. I don't know what to do.
Hunter: He's supposed to come over.....Where is he? I'll find him. I know what this feels like.
Dave: I don't know where he is. His room I'm guessing, I just...fuck. I know what it's like, too, but I don't...I'm trying to talk to him now, but I don't think... After what happened with you, Hunter I can't again.. Please find him.
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