[ It's real and it isn't. That's what he's concluded. You know, memories, dreams—what's the difference? Where's the line? He dreams about his memories and his memories are in his dreams, and no one can tell him exactly how much of what he knows or thinks he knows is warped.
What happened back there, it's just more of the same.
At least that's what he's telling himself. ]
Yeah, well. [ What else could he have done? He wasn't going to leave him. ] You owe me a drink now.
[It's not more of the same to him. But he gets Logan's not exactly big on spilling his guts (besides literally, god knows the fucker loves that) and doing this on a phone call is bad enough as it is.
Wade just swallows it down. The way he swallows most things. He's a swallower.]
There's a pretty sick bar near here. Farm to table moonshine. South side of Acreage, a little west of the cube. [You owe me a drink could be we're drinking now and never talking about this again pretty easily.] Get your ass over here and it'll be on me.
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What happened back there, it's just more of the same.
At least that's what he's telling himself. ]
Yeah, well. [ What else could he have done? He wasn't going to leave him. ] You owe me a drink now.
[ Maybe even breakfast. ]
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Wade just swallows it down. The way he swallows most things. He's a swallower.]
There's a pretty sick bar near here. Farm to table moonshine. South side of Acreage, a little west of the cube. [You owe me a drink could be we're drinking now and never talking about this again pretty easily.] Get your ass over here and it'll be on me.