Page 177 of Pierce Me

Isaiah: Yeah.

Isaiah: Although it only now occurs to me that I’ve always needed help in all my shows.

Mom: And it’s always been there.

Isaiah: And it’s always been there. Thanks, mom.

Mom: Imagine me hugging you right now, Zay. Go, go, sorry I’ve kept you.

Isaiah: You haven’t kept me. You’re worth being late for. Or even more late.

Mom: My boy is never late.

Isaiah: Your boy is losing it.

Mom: I’m sure that’s not true. But if it is, I’m always a plane ride away.

Isaiah: I’ll hold you to that. Bye, mom.

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Isaiah: You up, lil brother?

James: Up for what? Want me to call you?

Isaiah: No time for a call. Texting is fine.

Isaiah: Can you pray for me?

James: Wait, what? What’s wrong? Are you ok? I’m calling you.

Isaiah: My mistake, I was not clear: Can you pray for me and NOT FREAK OUT?

James: That would be a no.

James: I thought you didn’t believe in God.

Isaiah: I don’t.

Isaiah: So can you or can you not?

James: Of course I can. I will. I won’t ask what for but… What for?

Isaiah: For me.

James: Got it.

James: I’ll be in Athens tomorrow for your second show, ok? Hang tight until then.

Isaiah: You hang tight until then.

Isaiah: Thanks, James. For not being an ass for once. And you know… for the other thing.

James: Enjoy it while it lasts. I guarantee I’ll be an ass the next time we text. Have a nice show.

Isaiah: You have a nice show.

James: Maybe I should fly in right now, you sound bad.

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