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[trenchknives]

It's party time all up in this open post.

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[whitetwoguns]

[He can muster that perspective for laughs. Why not try the real deal? That is the question.]

It took work. No, it takes work. It's not out of the blue. No one waved a wand.

[Not even in a place filled with curses or magic.]

I think you're worth it, Jimmy. You're worth the work. Hope you can figure that out for yourself.

[trenchknives]

Well, hearin' it from you...

[Let him just light a cigarette to hide the fact that he's about to be overly emotional.]

... means a hell of a lot more than hearin' it from most other people, that's all. The last time anyone said that kinda thing to me, he was lyin' through his teeth. But I don't think you're like that.

[whitetwoguns]

[Now would be the lousiest of times to backpedal on his own self-depreciating, doubtful talk. White takes the compliment like he should, casually.]

No, I'm not like that.

[Not right now and not with Jimmy.]

I say it because you need to hear it. And I'll say it more because you're a shitty listener.

[trenchknives]

People always did say I was bad at listenin'. Stubborn, I guess you'd call it.

[He's listening now, though. Mostly.]

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah? I'm the same.

[Which could be why despite frustration he keeps...on...trying... Look at him on the phone this long for god's sake.]

[trenchknives]

I'm gonna... try, okay? Thanks for talkin' to me.

[whitetwoguns]

Atta boy.

[Immediate and genuine encouragement. Goddamn if he can't try pick up the guy when he's down so low.]

I'll check up on you later, brother.

[He can't bring himself to say that he's welcome because White now feels uncertain of how much good it all did in a short amount of time.]