Andrew bad things

I-... *Ivan doesn't continue on. he's lost you. his.. everything, just shatters. he holds back a sob, only muttering that he's sorry again, before walking away from the door. he can't he can't do this. he heads out the apartment, up to the rooftop again, and looks for a chair, a anything, to get onto the edge. if there's any life without you in it, he won't be in it either.*

*The silence that follows is even more chilling than the pounding. His heart hammers against his ribs. He slowly, silently, inches the bathroom door open a crack. The apartment is empty. Then, a thought strikes him, chilling him to the bone. Scrambling out of the tub, he quietly exits the bathroom and creeps towards the front door, planning a desperate escape.*

*it's still early enough, the sun hasn't even fully risen, so no one will even notice. he gets up onto the edge, sitting down for a moment and taking a swig from last nights beer, still left on the edge. he wipes his face, looking down. it's a long ways down.*

Andrew:*looking under his blanket wondering if he should touch himself or be a better person*

Ivan:Be a better person And let me touch it

Andrew:Alr let's do it 👅👅👅

Andrew: alr 👅👅👅👅

Ivan: sure heh?

Andrew: yes, you heard me right. You can touch it.