Funny how that works; had you not been coy about it and went private to begin with, I wouldn't've had anything to be persistent about. Argument avoided.

I'm already ten thousand miles away; don't reckon you can push me much further. Maybe Fuck, I don't know. Maybe after the upcoming break, maybe I should stay here. 'Til Christmas or the end of November, at least. The UK's becoming something I recognise less and less and I'm not cert it's where home is anymore. My compass stopped pointing in a definitive direction a while ago.










Forget it. Forget all of it. I shouldn't've IOed. You lot've it all settled.

It's my turn to guard now.
I love you.