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With a heavy sigh, Gue of the bed while Striker took the lone chair in the di that had gone down between the Handlers and the CDMC

As was his custom, Striker listened with full attention, but once Guh After fishing another cigarette out of his pocket, he stuck the thing between his lips but didn’t light it

“Look, Gumby, this is all shit I need to know and should have been told already, but it’s not what I was asking and I’m pretty sure you know it Jester is pretty dauy, as his name, Screw?”

Gu for the rush of panic he’d experienced earlier when Jester busted in on them It never came His insides were too heavy to allow the jitters of anxiety He’d fucked up in a way he’d never done before and as he’d packed his bags and left Jazz’s house and as he’d stared at the peeling paint on the , he’d come to the stark realization that he didn’t want to hide any more

If the price for re hole in his heart, he wanted no part of it He wanted to be coood ho he was And who he as a man in love with a woman and another man The way he’d hurt those two people…Christ that could never happen again It nearly killed him as much as it must have hurt them Jazz especially, since they’d both lobbed their shit her way

So it was tiet the fuck over his shitty childhood, and deal with the fear that ca out

He took a deep breath “I’ether and I’m pretty sure I’m in love with both of them”

He waited for the nausea For the heart-pounding, sweat-inducing anxiety He waited for ation from Striker Hell, he waited for his VP’s fist to fly across the room and crash into his jaw

He got none of that

Instead his insides…lightened An airy feeling of being free engulfed him

Striker frowned and raised an eyebrow The cigarette drooped to his chin “That it?”

It was Gumby’s turn to frown “What do you mean?