[ It's not like there's an imbalance in that need. It's a fucking joke to think Ian would have ever recovered after his quarry if it weren't for Nate. Not that they were immediately attached at the hip, but that first night they met could have set him down an entirely different path. The next six months of press coverage, tours, fuck the next year of working for the company and trying to reconcile that within himself...

It could've been worse. It would have been worse. ]

Sounds like a blast. Real riveting stuff.

[ Mused knowingly; boring the shit out of him is one of the lasting tortures the company has left at their disposal.

The pan goes back down, the burner goes off, and at some point in between he's started swaying without even realizing it. ]

I wonder if they're gonna include that when they get around to ghost-writing your autobiography.