I think that accurately describes our lives right now, yeah.
Well, shit. Thank you American medical care, I guess. For bestowing upon mike the glory of Ye Awesome Painkillers. I got a box of Asprin and got sent on my merry way.
Another description could also be: absolute bullshit.
Hey, man, to be fair, you didn't have to cut your own goddamn fingers off. [ Because he wasn't dumb enough to go and grab an obvious trap, but, hey, no need to mention that part. ] I'd share but I think Jess would kill me if she found out.
We could totally write a book, you know. 'Escaping Shitholes and Daring Situations: The Bullshit Chronicles'. Something like that.
Tell me about it - she didn't even have any clothes on. [ Any other time and he might be damn proud about that, you know. ] But at least she got taken care of and the doctors have given her everything she needs. I saw her before she went home and - she was hurt, but she was doing okay.
It'd be a bestseller in no time. We'd be rolling in it.
I'm glad she's- well not okay, but healing, I guess? That's something. Better than it could be anyway.
Can't say I blame her, my folks aren't exactly willing to let me leave the house at the moment. Which, I know, nothing unusual in my staying inside, but still. I think they're just all worried about us.
We'd go on those book tours and people would ask stupid questions and we'd have one of those Looks, like we're parents with badass kids or something.
I'm gonna go and see her soon. I didn't really want to be anywhere else, but, yeah, her mom and all that. I guess I wasn't all that good at keeping her little girl safe. My mom's just glad I'm not, you know. Dead.
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Well, shit. Thank you American medical care, I guess. For bestowing upon mike the glory of Ye Awesome Painkillers. I got a box of Asprin and got sent on my merry way.
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Hey, man, to be fair, you didn't have to cut your own goddamn fingers off. [ Because he wasn't dumb enough to go and grab an obvious trap, but, hey, no need to mention that part. ] I'd share but I think Jess would kill me if she found out.
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No, no I didn't. Which, you know, wish you hadn't but still. Naw man, Jess needs all the painkillers she can get. She broke her everything.
She holding up okay?
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Tell me about it - she didn't even have any clothes on. [ Any other time and he might be damn proud about that, you know. ] But at least she got taken care of and the doctors have given her everything she needs. I saw her before she went home and - she was hurt, but she was doing okay.
Her mom's got her locked up, though. Duh.
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I'm glad she's- well not okay, but healing, I guess? That's something. Better than it could be anyway.
Can't say I blame her, my folks aren't exactly willing to let me leave the house at the moment. Which, I know, nothing unusual in my staying inside, but still. I think they're just all worried about us.
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I'm gonna go and see her soon. I didn't really want to be anywhere else, but, yeah, her mom and all that. I guess I wasn't all that good at keeping her little girl safe. My mom's just glad I'm not, you know. Dead.
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Ditto on my folks. But hey, you did what you could. You had some moments of pure badassery back then, saved all our butts.
Not as much as Sam, but you know. Hard to compete with Sam in most things.