[ Michael was annoyed, but he stops, now. The pacing he's been doing stops. He holds the phone to his ear, and his eyes close, and he...
God, he hates himself for what he feels. For the relief in his gut. There's a twinge in his hand, a pain, a slight one. Jesse Manes is dead. ]
I'm sorry, Alex. [ And he is. Not for Jesse. He's glad Jesse's gone. But he's sorry for Alex, for the boy who loved a dad that never loved him back. ] I don't even know what to say.
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Date: 2021-01-28 12:35 pm (UTC)God, he hates himself for what he feels. For the relief in his gut. There's a twinge in his hand, a pain, a slight one. Jesse Manes is dead. ]
I'm sorry, Alex. [ And he is. Not for Jesse. He's glad Jesse's gone. But he's sorry for Alex, for the boy who loved a dad that never loved him back. ] I don't even know what to say.
How'd you find out the truth?