dave.

( mssg » blaine | sent ) Um. I dunno. It had my name on it so I opened it.
( mssg » blaine | sent ) When were you going to tell me about the elevator?

( mssg » dave | sent ) Oh God, Dave..
( mssg » dave | sent ) I’m so sorry.  I was going to tell you..  I wrote it down.  I was going to give that to you.  I couldn’t do it.  I should have but I couldn’t and I never meant for you to find out like this.
( mssg » dave | sent ) Can we please talk?  Am I even allowed to ask?  I understand if the answer is no.  Just–whatever happens?  Know that I’m so so sorry.