So.I've been an ass.
It wasn't you. I mean. It was but it wasn't.It was like Tex and Omega. While he was around she was a right bitch but without? Still kind of a bitch, but not such a terrible person. Something went weird and you tried to apologize and then I was an ass. And. I'm sorry.
I don't think you're like the director. You give a damn. you gave a damn. You care. He never really did.I know you don't think that- I know normally you'd rather shoot yourself in the foot than suggest it. It's done. I'm good, you're good, let's grab a beer.
Life is too short to hold grudges.And I've missed you. For a long while before I ever came here so- being angry and being an ass when I've actually got you around seems like a shitty and stupid thing to do, you know?