I kissed him. I canít believe I fucking kissed him. I mean, of all the stupid things to doónice job, Jason. Way to go. Sure, you can say it was the morphine, but weíd both know I was lying. Heís the worldís greatest goddamn detective, you moron. We both know I was doped up but lucid. I knew what I was doing. I made eye contact. Itís not like I was subtle about it. Jesus fuck.
But, like, seriously, man. How do you thank a person whoís just saved your life? What do you say to the guy that keeps your ass from being blown to bits? How the fuck do you say thank you and Iím sorry at the same goddamn time?
You donít. Apparently you fucking kiss Ďim.
I canít believe I did that. This is bad. Really bad. Insanely bad. Fucked up road-of-no-return kind of bad.
You donít just kiss the Boss. Thatís messed up. And weird. And why did I even do it?
So stupid. Dammit. Iím up to my ass in crazy.
BecauseÖfuckÖall I can think about is doing it again. Because he didnít stop me.
He didnít fucking stop me.