Author's Notes: Wow, three chapters submitted in one day. I think that's a personal record. I'm going to leave off here or a bit, because I want everyone to guess what happens next. [I may type more tonight but not submit it.] None of the predictions have to be serious; you can give me something completely out there if you so desire. I just want to see how obvious I've made it and what crazy ideas with which you can come up. Momo, only S gets to guess; H, you already know what happens. And thank you to Delu who reviewed soopa fast.
He won't tell me anything. Cuddy's a bitch. Pain levels 7.
-H
Wilson came over tonight. He's passed out on the living room couch right now. He dropped by last night. [I think he was trying to avoid being found by Tina.] I attempted to get him drunk in hopes that he would spill the beans about a) his girlfriend and b) what he wanted to talk to hi parents about that he couldn't say in front of me. I got nothing. Whatever it is, it pertains to me. It's either something that's directly about me or it's something he doesn't want me to know because I'll mock him or blackmail him or harass whomever it's about. I tried to get him to talk, but he got all defensive, and we almost had a fight. I managed to pacify him with me awesome manipulative skills at playing the pathetic, unloved, emotionally crippled old man. He eats it up.
Still, it must be something important if he's willing to fight about it, if his defense mechanism kicks in. Part of me knows that that I should lay off; he'll tell me if he wants me to know. Another part of me is well aware that this is a moot point. I'm never going to do it. It's not my nature. I am physically unable to let it go, no matter how much Wilson would like me to, which is why he hid it from me in the first place. He's avoided me for the last couple of days. Not in the same way he does when he's mad at me, which in itself shows that he understands why I'm bugging him. Instead he avoids having lunch with me most of the time under the guise of having too much paperwork and makes his excuses when I start interrogating him.
It's late now. Wilson kicked me out of the living room around midnight so he could get some sleep. I'll go check on him and get some water and then turn in myself. Pain levels 6—pretty normal.
-H
Wilson told mm tonight. Don't want to talk about it right now. Had a fight. Write more in the morning when my brain can process it. Pain levels 7.
-H