"...Aaron?
What is it?"
"Terry.
I need you to pick me up.
I think I'm drunk."
"Drunk?
Where are you?"
"I'm not sure."
"That's so helpful.
How am I supposed to find you?"
"I...
..."
"Are you...
...crying?"
"Just come find me."
"Sure.
Tell me where to look."
"That place.
You know where."
"Oh.
Okay.
I'll be right over.
Don't throw up on me
when I get there."
"Heh,
I'll try not to."
"Stay on the phone.
What are you even doing
over there, after
what happened?"
"It's all my fault,
you know?
If it weren't for me...
..."
"Don't go
silent on me, man.
And no,
it wasn't your fault.
You had nothing to do with it."
"It should've been me, Terry.
It would have been me
if you hadn't saved me."
"And I would do it again."
"You still get nightmares
from that night,
don't you?"
"..."
"You still there?"
"I'm here.
And yes,
I do still get nightmares.
About what I would have seen
if I hadn't gotten there in time."
"You should have saved
one of the others."
"You're drunk, Aaron.
We'll talk about this
at the apartment."
"I'm serious, Terry.
It shouldn't have been
me
that you saved."
"I'm not talking about this
with you right now.
I stand by my decision."
"Terry..."
"No.
Shut up.
How many times
have you saved me, Aaron?
All those times I've
wandered off,
with no one who would
bother looking for me?
All those times I
woke up screaming,
who was there for me?
I don't regret my choice.
Neither should you."
"Sorry."
"What are you
apologizing for?
I understand."
"Thank you."
"What are friends for?"
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