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If you're hearing this message, I am probably not here. Or I am furiously pressing every button I can because I forgot how this thing works. One of the two! Either way, I will get back to you...eventually.

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[matadorable]

[The accusations are met with a pained expression. Him coming here had nothing to do with how much he cared about Joaquin, and it hurts him to hear is friend conflate the two.] Joaquin, that's not true...

[medalsome]

Like hell it isn't!

[He wanted to keep screaming until Manolo could just get it through that thick skull of his that what he did was not okay but it seemed so fruitless and Joaquin was so tired... He deflated but that didn't mean he was going to come around. Not by a long shot.

When he spoke again his voice was soft but not gentle.]

Manolo, I love you, you know I do, but I just can't handle you right now.

[He turned away, starting back on his path. He didn't look back.]

[matadorable]

[He reached out toward him, as if he could will his friend to stop with a single gesture.]

Joaquin, I'm sorry!

[medalsome]

[He still wasn't going to look back, but he barked a few works over his shoulder.]

Go home, Manolo! Or get lost! Do whatever you want! You're going to just do that anyway!

[matadorable]

[And just like that, Joaquin had left Manolo out in the cold both figuratively and literally. Seeing his friend so angry tore at Manolo in the worst way. The man had walked off with a piece of his heart, and dread washed over him when he considered that maybe, just maybe...he'd crossed the line for good, that Joaquin would stay mad about this. At that moment, all Manolo could do was sag onto the ground, resting his back against a tree, and replay the awful conversation in his head over and over again...]