“And now, come here, asshole. Good luck! And don’t fuck this up!”
Ivy must admit that she’s feeling… kind of glad it didn’t work? I mean, Remington is a great friend and all, but his overly sweet attitude and his wish to always do the right thing… He can be a real tool sometimes and she doesn’t know if she could have stood it for a longer period of time. This and the fact that while the date was nice and all, she felt kinda… alienated by all the romantic stuff?
“Ivy, I-”
“Stop! I’m not thrilled! You told me you liked me! Took me on a date. And then you jump ships as soon as someone ‘more in need’ of your help shows up? Dude! I know you want to be the knight in shining armour that swoops in and saves the damsel in distress! You know what? Fine! Just make sure you don’t wake up down ten years down the line and regret it because I sure as hell won’t pity you!”
Meanwhile, inside:
“So, when were you gonna tell me about Christy?”
Ouch.
Oh, you have no idea what’s coming…
Well, buddy. Good luck getting out of that mess.
Komei knows.
*gulp*
Over dinner, Christy opens up to Remington about her fears, her anger and anxiety. Remington listens…
“Christy, please stop worrying. You know that I’ll always be there for you and I will help you with everything!”
This is sickeningly sweet.
“So… how are you doing?”
“Okay.”
“You sure?”
“…No.”
Christy visits.
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