“You’re making this bigger than it is.We only hung out a few times.”
“As long as he knows,” he says.
“Are you seriously worried about the Doctor?”I turn to him, annoyed.
“‘Course I am!I don’t want him parked in my house for a fortnight, crushed out on my sofa and eating my food.”
“You’re a dick, Ryan.”
“Ah, Jamie.I can see a leap of s?—”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“I don’t know why, but I’ve got a feeling that two sofas will end up occupied.”
“Fuck you, your bullshit, and the fucking sofas!”
“I worry about my friends.”
“So the Doctor is your friend now, is he?A few months ago, you wanted him gone.”
“I was talking about you.”
“I don’t get you.You just said?—”
“It’s not easy to believe you’re enough, is it?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?Did you see me out there, Ryan?”
“Don’t play this game with me.”
“Why didn’t I just mind my own fucking business today?”
“Because you never do.”
“Well, maybe it’s time to start.”
“I think it’s also time to learn to forgive.”
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
“Trust me, I know what it’s like when you can’t forgive.It eats at you, drains you, makes it hard to even get out of bed in the morning.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Ryan.”
“Maybe.I talk crap; you can ignore me.But I still hope you forgive.”
“I don’t have to forgive anyone.”
“There is someone to forgive.The one who deserves it most.”
“Fuck you, Ryan,” I grit out, leaving him as I head for the locker room.
He has no right to talk, speculate, or try to analyse me.People have done that enough, and I won’t let anyone mess with my head anymore.
He shouldn’t talk about the Doctor or about forgiveness.Not to me.
I sit on the bench beside my bag and, without thinking, pull my phone from my pocket.I turn it over in my hands for a while, then, needing to hear his voice, I press the button and call.The answering machine picks up right away, which means his phone is off, and I nearly hurl mine at the wall.
