#nothingleftbutbones

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[text] I know you have your phone

[text] congratulations sherlock. Maybe you can cheat on your job by being a detective too.

Jackass.

Scotty wishes he meant that thought more firmly.

He should just change his number, seriously this isn't going to end well.

[text] why the hell shou

delete? yes

Sorry doesn't change the fact that he's got a wife and a daughter at home, sorry doesn't change the fact that he's been stuffing his wedding ring into the glove box for months. 

Sorry doesn't change the fact that Montgomery is curled over the railing of the balcony, back bowed up like it could protect him from all of this. 

"I was...I never expected...God damn it, Montgomery. I told myself after the first time that it wouldn't happen again. But layin' there with you...I felt whole again. I was weak and I was afraid. Scared to damn death that if I told you the truth, that you'd send me away."

"O' course I would!" The words snap out and he gets a glimpse of the pinched lines between Montgomery's brows and the sheen on his eyes. "Now...ge' out. An' don't ye come back."

THAT IS NOT AT ALL WHAT I SAID

I SAID YOU WERE A DICK

AND THAT THE DICK LLAMA WAS YOU