okay, I dunno why, but this is the last straw

annie likes jeff who likes britta who likes troy who likes abed who likes movies and tv. it’s tv, it’s comfort, it’s a friend you’ve known so well and for so long you just let it be with you. i love you. i know. maybe all relationships are made up of logical inspectors and emotional constables, and we need both to make space and time a better place. she can make babies for me. and i can’t? what if abed wants to replace me? it makes me so angry and sad all at the same time. it has to be ok for it to have a bad day or phone in a day. i’m not even your sidekick, i’m your underkick. you’re never going to find another friend because nobody else will ever have my patience with you. if you have to make a decision, i say go with what makes you the happiest. i would face my fears to help you. make me proud, troy, be the first black man to make it to the end. for the first time in my long history of being locked inside things, i knew someone would come. troy will hold on until he is broken emotionally. fortunately, this will not be hard. you were out there somewhere and you weren’t looking for me? i don’t think the lava is here because you’re leaving, i think it’s here because i won’t let go. and it has to be ok for it to get on a boat with levar burton and never come back. because eventually, it all will.