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Killian:Weren’t you the one who was afraid I was taking advantage of a grieving girl? I don’t care she’s six years younger than me. But she’s got her whole life ahead of her, and she doesn’t even know what she wants out of it yet. If I’m going to go there with her, I have to know she’s thought it through, and that she’s whole and healthy and ready for me.
Cap:She endgame for you?
Killian:After the way we met, after the things we’ve gone through together over this damn phone—I can’t mess this up. We get one shot at this, at being more than what we already are, and I refuse to waste it because she’s horny.
Cap:I sort of wish I didn’t know that about Dicer’s little sister. But I’m happy to know how much she means to you, and how seriously you’re taking all this. Tell me though, what happens when she gets tired of waiting on you and goes out to find Thurston 2.0 to scratch an itch?
Killian:Then I’ll know she’s still not ready.
Cap:What about you? You scratching any itches on the road?
Killian:You four keep me plenty busy. No time for anything else besides work and handing you your asses.
Cap:Funny. But not a straight answer.
Killian:I haven’t been with anyone in a few months, and I don’t plan to be with anyone until I can make it back to Texas and figure this whole thing out.
Cap:I don’t hate you.
Killian:Thanks, man.
Jilly + Killian
Jilly:Today was a shit-ass day.
Killer:A shit-ass day. Okay, tell me about your shit-ass day.
Jilly:It was this silly anniversary Dicer and I always celebrated. The day we realized my dad hated his mom but loved Dicer too much to kick her to the curb.
Killer:That’s an oddly specific anniversary.
Jilly:We overheard them in the kitchen. His mom was being a C U N T, and my dad laughed in her face and told her the only thing he cared about was his kids, and she could fuck off. He said kids, Dicer and me. We just looked at each other, and there was this silent agreement that we knew we were family no matter what happened with our parents. Always and forever. Mikaelson shit, you know?
Killer:I don’t know the Mikaelsons. Are they going to text me too?
Jilly:No. The Mikaelsons. The Originals? Vampire Diaries? Rebekkkkaaaaahhhh! Nothing?
Killer:Sorry.
Jilly:Doesn’t matter. It’s not relevant to the story or my shit-ass day. Today is that day. We always spent today together, no matter what else was going on. We’d do something, just the two of us. When I woke up this morning and looked at the calendar, I started to cry, and I couldn’t seem to stop. My professors kept asking me if I needed to be excused, and my sorority sisters kept bringing me chocolate and tampons, and then I ran into Thurston while I was drowning myself in the world’s largest Frappuccino. And do you know what that fucker said to me? “It’s pathetic that you’re still crying over me.”
Killer:You want me to send Bent and Cap to break his nose again?
Jilly:Yes. The audacity of that stupid douche-bag. I can’t believe I got on my knees for him. It makes me physically ill.
Killer:It’s not making me feel too great either, baby.
Jilly:It was such a shitty day, and the whole world seemed to bear witness.
Killer:I’m sorry, Jilly. I hate you had such a hard day. I hate that no one around you seemed to understand, or even cared to actually ask what was going on. And I’m really fucking sorry you gave blow jobs on your knees to a mean prick named Thurston.
Jilly:Same.
Killer:What are you doing now?
Jilly:Sitting in my room, hiding from everyone but you.
Killer:You never have to hide from me, ever.
