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Jackson had entered his own bedroom immediately after returning to the apartment. Normally he would keep the door open, letting him easily move between rooms - but this time closing the door was his first action upon getting inside. To close the door was to close himself off from the outside world, close the world off from him. But he still saw the fight whenever he closed his eyes..
Stupid. You idiot. You blundering fool. Cockwomble. Why did their nice trip to a coffee shop end in blood and screams ? I can't fucking control myself. Why had Adrian got hurt so badly that he needed stitches and strong painkillers? Because I was too fucking blind to even consider the consequences. Why had the two of them got in trouble with the law and been issued cautions? Because I fucking stabbed a man with a fork.
"Goddamn it!". Jackson cried out, pounding against his desk with so much force that it shook the floor. Forget Matthew, right now Jackson's biggest enemy was himself, his own anger. Today could have been great. He could have made it great for Adrian - they would have a quiet trip to the café, wander the streets and then relax at home. Adrian was taking me for a nice day out and I fucking destroyed it. Now things are even worse than they were before, and it's Adrian who's doing all of the apologising. He pounded the desk again.
At least there was still the news about Quinx to cheer Adrian up. Even though Jackson inevitably found that his name had been omitted from the list, Adrian was still allowed to go through with the surgery. He should make a call about that...