[John you don't want to go down this road. Jake hesitates. What should he say about Dirk? God, he hasn't even talked to Dirk about this yet. He's still convinced that Dirk is glossing over things, that Dirk doesn't really want to be around him anymore, that he just feels obligated and that he's too kind to do anything else, trapped into looking after Jake. At the very least, he's certain Dirk is still pissed as fuck at him and he's absolutely right to be. He should hate Jake.

Oh, right. John asked him a question. That pause wasn't suspicious at all! Fuck. Well, may as well say something about it. They're stuck together like this now and it'd be hard to dance around it long term.]

...He, um... broke up with me. A couple of hours before all of this. So...

[Yeah.

Wait no putting it like that sounds like he's blaming Dirk and—]

I mean! Quite right to, in fact. Slipping me the icy mitt was good for him. I mean, um, he should have ages ago. Fuck, he shouldn't have dated me in the first place—

[Wait now he's getting too much into it. Fuck. Why is he this way?]

Um. Sorry.

[He'll just. Shut up.]