“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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“Yeah, you won’t shut the fuck up for two damn seconds! There’s this thing called being quiet for once, maybe you should try it sometime! Seriously, you do know when you complain, that it won’t do shit to make the situation you’re complaining about better?”
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Are you fucking with me right now? You’ve been sat here listening to the likes of Aleks and fucking Jordan all goddamn day and you’re attacking me over that shit? Please, Seamus —- fuck off.
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❝ Do not tell me to CALM DOWN, Mister. You have no idea how STRESSFUL it is the deal with this ungrateful dumb. ❞
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Have you tried talking to them first? You’re coming up in here with salt coming straight out your butthole but what did they even do in the first place? I don’t see what’s got you so pent up about this.
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I’m pissing you off? Are you fucking kidding me, Seamus? I’ve had to put up with your passive-aggressive bullshit all day and you’re just now turning around and telling me that… I’m pissing you off?
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Sure, James had been emotional in the past; whether it be at a movie, or a video game ending. But it had never gotten to the point where he was literally a sobbing mess, his face completely stained with tears and his sleeves damp with snot. If there was a situation he didn’t want to be caught in, it was definitely this one.
He leaned against the wall of his office, his throat practically dry at this point as the tears just kept coming and coming. He didn’t even notice his door opening as he slid down the wall until he was sat on the ground, his face buried in his hands.
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Can you CALM DOWN for a minute, Jordan? We need to talk about this, you don’t have to shit your pants over every little thing that comes up, alright?❞
[1:49AM: James] okay here i go. i got this [1:51AM: James] i can’t it’s gross [1:54AM: James] i got them. luckily there was no pee. thank god [1:54AM: James] and before u ask, yes i cleaned them
[1:52AM: seamus] u got balls man [1:52AM: seamus] i’d have soaked those fuckers in bleach like 100 times before putting them anywhere near my face??? [1:53AM: seamus] how can you guarantee there was no pee tho [1:53AM: seamus] maybe the pee was from a well-hydrated guy
James sat at his desk, the hum of his computer punctuating the deafening silence in the room. That, and his muffled sobs as his shoulders heaved with every sniff and every small gasp the man let out in an attempt to repress his cries, his head buried in his hands. But he failed miserably every time —- the tears just kept coming and coming; he simply couldn’t stop them.
He didn’t even bother to look up when he heard his door creaking open, instead he turned his head away shamefully. He wasn’t curious at to who was in there with him, he just knew he didn’t want them to see him in such a state.
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Don’t look at me, please. I’m a fucking mess right now—- a fucking mess.
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