marcus_flint1: I need to tell you something.
oli_keeper_wood: Um. Okay. 
marcus_flint1: I don't actually want to. But I've been informed that I owe you an explanation. So. 
marcus_flint1: Last night. I.  fuck. 
oli_keeper_wood: You what?
oli_keeper_wood: Marc?
oli_keeper_wood: What happened?
marcus_flint1: In my defense, I was under the impression that you had left me. Because of the 
other night. And I.  Bletchley.  I.  Really don't even like thinking about this enough to say it. 
oli_keeper_wood: What happened?
marcus_flint1: Um.  There were large quantities of alcohol involved. And she. Um.  We.   
oli_keeper_wood: Um?
marcus_flint1: And.  You'll probably hear about it. And I thought I should at least be the one. 
oli_keeper_wood: What... what happened? Just tell me...
marcus_flint1: What the fuck do you think happened?  We were fucking drunk, she was all over me, I 
have no *idea* how the hell it happened, but. 
oli_keeper_wood: ... you shagged Bletchley, Marc?
marcus_flint1: That would be it. 
oli_keeper_wood: how... How could you? I mean. I. I don't know what to say...
marcus_flint1: How could I? I don't fucking know.  And I didn't fucking think it'd matter to you, 
after the way you left the other night. 
oli_keeper_wood: I didn't - I was embarrassed, I. I didn't leave you!
marcus_flint1: You were embarrassed? All I know is that I needed you to tell me you didn't fucking 
well hate me, and didn't *believe* what Weasley had told you, and you left.  
oli_keeper_wood: I.. I didn't believe what he said, you told me he was lying!
marcus_flint1: He *was* lying. But you kept looking at me like you were fucking terrified of me, 
of what I was going to do to you, and.
oli_keeper_wood: I... I was scared, I was scared you wouldn't want me. Like everyone decides they 
don't want me when I'm lying there naked in front of them.
marcus_flint1: How the fuck do you reckon that?
oli_keeper_wood: With everyone I've been with, nobody's stayed for a second round, nobody. And now 
you haven't, either. and... I don't even know, I just, I can't handle this.
marcus_flint1: I'm not the one who walked out. 
oli_keeper_wood: I was ashamed, that's all...
marcus_flint1: You left.  
oli_keeper_wood: I had to, I couldn't... the way you were looking at me, I couldn't handle that.
marcus_flint1: The way I was looking at you? The way I was fucking begging  you to tell me this 
would work somehow?  
oli_keeper_wood: I thought... I thought you were begging me to leave before you made me, or... I 
don't know what I was thinking, Marc, I just. I just wanted you to touch me and help me and love 
me.
marcus_flint1: Yeah. Good way of showing that, walking out on me. 
oli_keeper_wood: I... I'm sorry, Marc, I. If I could take it back...
marcus_flint1: Yeah. well. If I could take last night back.  But. 
oli_keeper_wood: I just... why her, Marcus? 
marcus_flint1: She was there. She started things. I.  I wasn't thinking, was too drunk to think, 
I.  If it makes you feel any better, it was awful. 
oli_keeper_wood: That doesn't make me feel better, I... nothing could make me feel better.
marcus_flint1: I know. I.  God. I'm sorry. 
oli_keeper_wood: It's okay Marc, I mean. I knew it'd happen eventually.
oli_keeper_wood: It always does.
marcus_flint1: Oliver-- I -- oh. Fuck.  I... I'm so fucking sorry, if I hadn't thought you'd left 
me.... fuck.  
oli_keeper_wood: No, okay - it's my fault. It's. It was good while it lasted, Marcus, it. I mean. 
I'm sorry.
marcus_flint1: So.  I suppose that's it. 
oli_keeper_wood: I guess so.
marcus_flint1: I--does it have to be?
oli_keeper_wood: Marcus, I can't - I mean - we can't. Not after this. 
oli_keeper_wood: I couldn't.
marcus_flint1: I didnt think so. I just had to ask. 
marcus_flint1: I'm so sorry.  
marcus_flint1: ::signs off::