tidbit tuesday a tad bit early cause MAYBE if I lock tf in hard enough full fic tmmrw
The thing with Jamie, were he were really fuckin' good at the whole therapy thing, yeah. Cause aside from bein a God blessed footballer his secret talent were talkin for long periods of time about himself.
Well, weren't exactly secret. It were a lesser known talent, yeah, but it were a very mildly lesser-known. He liked to talk. Which, well, shocker there.
"-N that were probably my favourite footie match, like. I scored every goal, I mean slaughtered 'em, yeah. Well, 'cept that one goal Sam got which were, like, actually really fuckin' mint but also weren't what I'm talkin' about. That were actually the game they came up with me song, you know-" He pauses to take a breath 'n realizes he actually hadn't done that in probably a bit too long.
"Jamie-" See, n that were why cause this doctor lady, she were also damn good at her job. Which right now were gettin' a single goddamn word in edgewise. "I'm curious, have you ever heard the phrase all attention is good attention?"
Jamie shifts, pushes the front flop of his hair back behind his band, throws a leg over the arm of the borderline uncomfortable chair. Like the ones they kept in hotels. Were always facin' the bed all weird, right? Jamie fell asleep most away game nights turnin' over the logistics of cucks. Didn't seem much fun. He'd rather be in the game, yeah?
"Jamie?" The doctor raises an eyebrow at him n he tucks all thoughts of cucks away til the next away game, stifles a yawn. Now that were pavlovian.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Keeley were always sayin' someat like that. What'sit? Ta, yeah, all press were good press. Though, she usually only said that after I'd said someat real aces to the press or someat. Or at least I thought it was mint. Or like that one time Dani'd seen a pup mid interview n started bawlin' n everyone was tweetin' about it all week. Though, that actually were good press. They ate that shit up. I think I still got the clip saved on me phone somewhere."
