; — ♔ ❝ Of course I have, James ! All they did was accuse me of several ridiculous accusations and comment on my poor leadership skills. I shouldn’t be in charge if I can’t ‘control’ my employees, APPARENTLY . ❞
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What, really? That’s pretty shitty, then. Personally I don’t think you’re that bad at it —- the office is still intact at least, and nobody has tried to kill each other yet. That’s a first, right?
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( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) same, honestly. i love it. ( text !! to: uber relaxer loafer ) but i need more squishiness. does that sound weird?
[ 5:21AM: ze ] absolutely not i can totally relate to you man [ 5:21AM: ze ] but you can’t have 2 much squishiness, that probably would not end well at all.
“There was no need for me to yell at you? There was no need for your whiny ass to sit there and fucking complain about the littlest shit that bothers your oh-so-precious self. I think it was about time someone stepped up and asked you to shut the fuck up for once. No one asked you to be a little shit today and spill your every problem to the world, so I did what nobody else seemed to want to do and stood up to you. I can see why they wouldn’t though, you’re a fucking ridiculous idiotic asshat today!”
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If I really was half as bad as you’re being right now, I would have gone and fucked myself long ago because Jesus fucking Christ are you giving me a head- ache. What happened to calmly confronting me, like, ‘oh hey James, would you mind toning it down a bit?’ but nooo, you had to poop your little frilly pants right off the bat without even giving me the chance to fucking blink. Not once had you told me I was being over-the-top —- why are you even TALKING to me, then? You’re actually making the situation like, ten times worse by fucking provoking me about it, you know. ❞
Seamus almost left the room to let James cry alone in peace, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt really bad for his friend right now, and he felt that the worst thing he could do was leave him alone. He had stepped backwards a few feet but regained those steps, cautiously edging closer. If James was this upset, he really didn’t think leaving him alone was a good idea.
“Don’t apologize. You’re obviously really upset and that is never something you should apologize for. You don’t have to talk about it, just let me stay in here with you, until you at least feel a little better. I want to stay, until you stop crying. I mean, if that’s okay.” The blond man wasn’t sure how well this next thing would blow over with James, but he figured he might as well try it.
Waling around the desk in the dark room, he came up next to James and put his arms around his shoulder, bending down so he could wrap them around his shoulders easier. He began turning the chair a bit so that James was facing him. Taking one hand, he placed it on the back of James’ head and gently guided it to his chest. And there he squatted, holding a sobbing James to his chest.
James sat in complete silence, aside from the occasional sniff or blubber, not even bothering to object when Seamus refused to leave. If anything, he was somewhat relieved —- someone was willing to sit there and put up with his shit. But at the same time, he was humiliated. He wasn’t supposed to be seen this way, this wasn’t who he was. What happened to the happy-go-lucky, loud-mouthed bouncy guy with the wild laugh and the profound rage? He obviously wasn’t here today, that was for sure.
He nodded slowly as he listened to his friend, but he couldn’t help but think about how embarrassing this whole thing was for him. Despite that, there was a part of him somewhere that just did not give a shit —- why shouldn’t he cry? He’s human. He just felt weak. His emotions had clearly just managed to get the better of him; he couldn’t fight them off for once. And he hated that. Abhorred it, even.
As Seamus came towards him, James instantly froze up, but he soon found himself relaxing a little once he realized his friend’s intentions. As soon as he felt the side of his face press against Seamus’ chest, his shoulders began heaving up and down, signalling that the waterworks had started up again.
Aleksandr’s voice shook slightly as he dipped his head, staring at his best friend through worried, russet eyes. Approaching slow at first, he calmly and collectively lowered himself next the his hurting friend, lips slightly parted as he tried to catch his gaze but failed. Aleks sat next the James, knees propped up as he wrapped his arm around his shoulders. Pulling him under his arm, he began to rub his shoulder. He said nothing further.
Unbeknownst as to why, the very presence of another being next to him only seemed to make James weep even harder. It was as though everything that had ever gone wrong in his life was coming back to him, and that was all he could think about at that moment in time; his mind seemingly operating like a black hole as it disregarded all the good things that had ever happened to him. James found himself leaning against Aleks as he sniffed, but he couldn’t force any words out. The only thing he could manage to blurt out was, ❝
I’m sorry.❞
❝ You’re a fucking dumbass, you know that ? How the fuck can you not understand what I’m saying? Are you that retarded ? ❞
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What the fu– I can’t ‘understand’ what you’re saying ‘cause you didn’t even make it clear to me in the first fucking place and now you’re sitting here fucking yelling at me. What did I do, goddamnit? ❞
“That’s funny, because I don’t remember asking for your opinion on what I should be doing. And don’t even start talking about your patience, I’m pretty sure everyone that even remotely knows you would agree that your patience doesn’t exist! There you go, fucking complaining about how you don’t have time! Of course you fucking have time! Just like the rest of us that work in this office, in case you didn’t realize, we all have a shit ton of free time because we all have the same exact job description. If I have time to pick a fight with you, surely to God you have time too. It’s not like you have anything important to be doing, you’ve spent your whole day complaining anyways!”
❝HEY! I don’t want to fucking HEAR it, you got it? You can talk out of your ass all you fucking want but it’s not going to change the fact that I do not give a shit. All you’re doing is riding your fucking high horse trying to make a point that doesn’t need to be made —- ‘cause it’s bullshit. What the fuck do you mean I have time to pick a fight? I didn’t pick shit! You came storming on over here claiming to be the fucking master of handling non-existent fucking situations, and now all you’ve done is make me mad. I can’t fucking believe you —- there was no need. ❞
“Yes, because I’m the type of person to get scream and sound very angry when I’m just fucking with someone. Have you ever thought that maybe I don’t find them as fucking annoying as your ass?”
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Okay, I don’t know who shit in your cereal but I don’t really have the time or the patience to sit here being bitched at. Especially when it’s coming from you – what happened to ‘not getting involved’ and ‘remaining neutral’? Neutral my ass. Sit the fuck down, dude, do yourself a favor.
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The expression on Seamus’ face went from neutral to a genuinely concerned frown. He had been coming in to ask James something but stopped completely in his tracks when he saw his friend hunkered down in his office chair. His chest hurt slightly at the sound of the normally very angry man’s sobs. Seamus hated so see people cry, especially someone so close to him.
The blond man could see James’ body shake with his every sniffle and sob, and it was easily one of the most upsetting things he had seen for a long time. Seamus took a step forward, and despite James asking him to not look at him, that was all he could do, his concerned gaze stuck on his friend.
“James?” He moved a few feet closer. “What’s wrong?”
There was no point in trying to deny anything anymore, especially now that James had been caught in the moment. His worst, possible fucking moment. He looked up to see Seamus and all he could do was shake his head, before letting out another choked sob. He then quickly averted his eyes to the floor once again. He hated being seen like this.
He wiped at his eyes with the hem of his hoodie, shaking his head frantically as he tried desperately to stop the tears. Knowing someone actually gave a shit helped him somewhat, but it didn’t stop some drops from slowly sliding down his cheeks.
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I can’t talk about it, it sounds so fucking stupid. I’m sorry, man, I shouldn’t be sitting in here anyway —- I’ll come out in a sec, just– fuck, I’m sorry.
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