Page 98 of Not Catching Love

How the fuck—THE FUCK—are we only halfway? You mean I still need to get through all that AGAIN?! FUCK, DEREK.

Derek:

You’ve done so good.

Xander:

Fuck good. I hate good. I wish I’d told you that you weren’t allowed to leave.

Derek:

Keep going, you’re making me feel really good about my decision to be over seven thousand miles away.

Xander:

Seven THOUSAND. What if I die before you get back?

Derek:

I’ll leave early to cry at your funeral.

Xander:

You’re such an asshole.

Derek:

Just matching tone here, bug. This really how you want to spend this conversation?

Xander:

Fiiiiiine. Happy halfway. It’s been three weeks since my last panic attack.

Derek:

Fuck. Wow. I’m so proud of you.

Xander:

Thanks. I think … I’m maybe a little proud of me, too.

NOVEMBER

Xander:

How do you hit fast forward on this thing?

Derek:

What thing?

Xander:

Time. Life. Everything. I’m getting impatient.

Derek:

You? Impatient?

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