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Conor:It’s not your truth. Some days, it’s easy to forget. It was so long ago. But that’s the thing about trauma, isn’t it? You never know what’ll make it rear its ugly head.
Star:Very true.
Star:I can’t listen to music during sex.
Conor:It’s a trigger?
Star:Makes me angry.
Conor:Okay. Note to self: never listen to music around Lodestar.
Star:Lol. You can at some points, just not sex.
Conor:Meaning…?
Star:^^
Conor:O.O
Conor:Moving on… Do you mind me asking why it’s a trigger?
Star:I don’t mind. We’re sharing, aren’t we?
Conor:Sharing IS caring.
Star:Uh huh.
Star:It doesn’t have anything to do with being a sex slave, ironically enough. This started a long time ago.
Star:My mom had died and my dad derailed. The record company tried to get him to cancel this massive tour they were doing but he refused.
Conor:Noxxfest?
Star:Of course you know that lol.
Conor:I was pissed that Da wouldn’t let me go. Plus, I remember when Gerry Sullivan derailed.
Star:Yup. He was stoned out of his mind most of the time. I lost him then, I think. That was like the first phase of us pulling away from each other.
Conor:I’m sorry.
Star:Don’t be. Shit doesn’t always work out.
Conor:You’ve lost a lot of people.
Star:That’s just how it is with me. I probably could have gotten a job at Walmart and I’d have figured out a way to alienate the people around me.
Conor:I think you’re too hard on yourself.
Star:I think it’s sweet that YOU think so.
Conor:We don’t always have to believe in ourselves, but it’s nice that those who matter can believe in us FOR us.
Star:Maybe. Anyway, there was a code I had to learn.
Conor:Like a computer code? Alarm code?
Star:No. If he was playing a certain album, he was fucking a roadie.
