What kind of a person do you even have to be for your plans to get someone’s forgiveness to be devious?
[You hear her shuffling and it piques your curiosity as to what might be wrong. You hadn’t expected such a straightforward answer, but at least you don’t have to try to get it out of her what might be wrong, even if it seems like she’s making it out to be less than it is.]
Huh. Well, if you need someone to talk to about it, I’m all ears.

Unabashedly awful, certainly, and proud of the fact. I think that’s about all that’s necessary.
You wouldn’t be able to hide it if you wanted to, because to be honest thinking about the idea at all right now was making you sort of distraught. So, as much as you knew making your confidante Dave, you at least knew that while he was mocking you, he’d help you out, at the very least.
David, have you ever had feelings for someone of the same sex?
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...