no quarter

felt compelled to visit Callie last night, if nothing else then to proactively improve her mood. my project met with success, she thought it was a very good night. but this morning, just as I was finishing my cracker with apple marmalade, I found her lost in thought. and when I asked what it was. and if I could help her, she answered that she wouldn't say, and that I could help, but she wouldn't allow me to.

fuck that. who am I going to ally myself with to get it out of her?

(and am I dating her out of pity? that's low, Larris. real low. like, uh, I feel sorry for her because she feels good for me so I feel good for her so that she won't feel sorry for herself. uh huh.)