winterfurst:
“…Jesus, you’re making it sound like he almost killed someone…But, you know I’ll be there for him whatever it is. Lay it on me…”
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, leaning forward in his seat as he covered his mouth. Fuck. Almost beating a person to death out of sheer rage. Out of sheer revenge. For fucks sake… He could understand why Edward didn’t want to tell him but…Christ.
He ran a hand through his hair, feeling his bangs fall into his face. They’d get through this. He would absolutely make sure they’d get through this. But, Jay was right, he’d have to make sure that Edward didn’t run. Hell, Satoshi would run if it was him.
“God. Fucking Christ. I’m going to personally fucking murder whoever the fucking source is. …Jesus. What do we got left before the bomb drops? A week? Less? I never know because this shit leaks into the internet all the time.”
“Don’t know. Less than a week, for sure, but beyond that I have no clue. Could be tomorrow, for all we know. Which is why I needed you to know about it now. I’m gonna go and tell his parents, too. His phone’s probably gonna be full of friends and family trying to hound him for explanations once the article’s printed and sold, but if you and his parents already know beforehand it should take the biggest stingers away at least. It’s about as much as I can do for him, right now. ...I’m sorry for showing up without warning and dumping all that on you, but I’m sure you understand.”








