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"noah..."

"how do you have my number?"

"you gave me it, remember?"

"why did i do that?"

"because you said that you wanted to talk more."

"i'm just having a bad day, lucas."

"then tell me, what's wrong?"

"i can't tell you, i want to, but i can't."

"noah, i care for you. if something is bothering you i want you to tell me so i can help stop it."

"you can never stop it!"

"how do you know if i don't try?"

"because no person or thing can stop it! not even god could stop it."

"you're not even religious. you don't believe in the thing that can't help you so how do you know that it can't?"

"nothing can, lucas. please, just trust me."

"are you crying?"

"i just don't want to argue with you. life is too short and we could die at any minute, so why do we spend the little time of the infinite years of the universe that we spend alive hurting those close to us?"

"i'm sorry, noah."

"don't apologise, it's my fault for freaking out at you."

"how about we agree that neither of us are to blame?"

"deal."

"i have to go to work, can i see you tomorrow?"

"of course, goodbye."

"see you soon."

"and lucas?"

"yes?"

"thank you for calling."

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