[ It's a Christmas miracle, or something. Mick, of all people, managed to help him get his own head out of his arse. Though it seems the phrase, too little too late, is apt in more ways than one.
Dealing with everything that comes along with Sara, then being attacked themselves at his place, he doesn't even have the phone on him to ignore. So by the time he gets the message, he's scrambling to call back, trying to swallow his own heart out of his throat. ]
No, no, no, no. Don't you do this. Not again, you hear me? [ Of course he doesn't cause it's still just ringing out. ] Pick up. Pick up.
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Dealing with everything that comes along with Sara, then being attacked themselves at his place, he doesn't even have the phone on him to ignore. So by the time he gets the message, he's scrambling to call back, trying to swallow his own heart out of his throat. ]
No, no, no, no. Don't you do this. Not again, you hear me? [ Of course he doesn't cause it's still just ringing out. ] Pick up. Pick up.
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[ Sorry bud, no luck. ]