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[illtempered]

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[illtempered]

I used to think I could handle anything.

[sheriffing]

What changed?

[ or, knowing Jackson - who says it did?]

[illtempered]

Nothing. Everything. ( And nothing all over again. ) I need to get my shit together. Thanks for listening.

[sheriffing]

You're welcome.

[ she could be done there, but - ]

You'll get your shit together. Just try to remember, you have people. You don't need this guy. And if you join his pack, if you decide that's what's best for you...don't do it because you have to.

[illtempered]

( He nods. ) Do you think we can find something on TV that isn't pornographic?

[sheriffing]

[ she reaches forward for the remote to pass it off to Jackson.] I think we might manage a whole movie without any awkward porn scenes.

Want me to make popcorn?

[illtempered]

Sure. Salt.

( He lets her get up to fret in the kitchen before he calls out. )

Emma. ( And he turns, an arm along the back of the couch. ) Thank you.