[at least his partner wasn't constantly ditching him, coming around wasted at some ungodly hour for sex, or sleeping with his friends. he was just on a revenge mission that involved screwing over the academy. small blessings.

Other small blessings: that fucking laugh. Damn.]

Fuck. If you called an intervention for me, who would you fucking get to hold hands in a circle around me and hum some shit like Dear Prudence until I broke down and learned to love my damn self?