_{he wonders , idly , how it got to THIS point , when became that person ; banging his best friends wife like it was nothing , like he had some sort of C L A I M to her . teeth grit , fists open && close atop his knees , he can’t even look at her because he knows he’ll backtrack , that all the talking up he did before coming here will mean nothing the instant he looks at her .        ‘ — we gotta stop , gem . ’          // @gatekeepcr​}