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[ He'd only been dozing, thankfully, still at his desk with his chin on his hand. And he nearly faceplants at the sound of the network device going off.

Almost.

What is going on? ]

Tim...?

[Tim just continues to rant on without missing a beat.] And she's too good for me. Sasha is way, waaaaay too good for me.

Do you know that she saved my life once. Yeah! And do you know what I did to thank her for that? Forgot she existed. Yup. Woman I apparently love, saviour of my life, and I just casually forget her face.

[ One hand lifts to rub at his eyes. ]

I'm...sure you didn't on purpose.

[ Okay, okay. He thinks he's catching up, even though it feels as if he's woken up to a conversation he didn't know he was having, halfway in. ]

[Anduin might feel that way because it's a conversation Tim has been having with himself for some time now. Then he realized only crazy drunk people mutter and rant to themselves out loud. So he called the first person, who wasn't Sasha, he thought would listen to him without judging him too harshly.

So now he was at least a "normal" drunk man ranting at someone instead of a crazy one ranting to himself.

The following comes out in rapid fire succession. The paragraph breaks are for the sake of the reader. Is Tim even taking a breath during this endless stream of words? Hard to say, but he'll keep going and going until something or someone intrupts him.]

Of course I didn't! It was another one of those things. It took her and made me forget! Me! Her best friend! Jon didn't say I eventually figured out that fake Sasha wasn't real. Even after he told me and she showed up here I didn't know who she was! I was looking right at her. Looking-- I was looking right at her and saw a stranger.

Jon knew. Of course Jon bloody knew. Maybe HE should be the one to be in love with her. He apparently knows her better than me; her best friend. He should love her. She deserves so much love and someone who loves her.

Except Jon is a prick! Okay... sometimes a prick, but still! He's not good enough for her! She deserves someone really good. Like, really-really good. No one from home. We're all a mess. But especially not Jon. He won't be nice enough to her even if she can take it. Maybe Martin if he could get over Jon... except I think I might love her.

Sasha, man, have I ever told you how amazing she is? Smart, talented, beautiful. How could I not love her? Except she's my best friend and I don't think she's interested and I don't want to ruin what we have and I'm a mess so I'm not good enough and Jon isn't much better, but he at least knows when she's real.

[ Truth be told, he lets him go on for a while. It feels like he needs to vent, more than anything, so Anduin hums quietly at what seem like salient points, until it finally seems like he's starting to wind down. Or at least run out of air. ]

If this double of hers was meant to fool you, then you can hardly blame yourself that they managed to. You wanted it to be her, because you care so much for her, yes?

[ What he's managed to gather from all of this is that Sasha is the focal point. He's just...going to leave the remarks about Jon alone. ]

That's the problem! I love her! She doesn't want to date because she deserves to be the head of the archives! Not Jon! He doesn't know what he's doing. Have I mentioned that he can be a bit of a prick sometimes?

Or maybe he does know what he's doing. He could tell that the woman I love was replaced. She didn't even look like Sasha. Didn't sound like her or act like her! How can I say that I love her when I don't notice when she's been replaced by such an obvious fake?

It sounds like some sort of spell or compulsion, Tim.

You're clever. And you're one of the most observant people I know. If you didn't realize, it was for a good reason. Not out of carelessness or neglect. I know you better than that.

The good reason is that I can be a piece of crap. Everyone in this city thinks that I am.

Do you know that there are people who go around saying all humans need to die? Where is the outcry against them? Where are the devil dogs and ass--ass-ss-assins beating the crap out of them? No, they're fine. I'm the big scary one everyone should hate. [If he wasn't drunk Tim wouldn't really believe that, but he's not sober right now. He's having a pity party right now.] And-- and because I'm a piece of crap that is why I'm a terrible friend.

How do I stop loving her? How do I not ruin our friendship?

Tim, listen to me.

You're not a bad person. I know that isn't true.

Everyone else in this city seems to think that! What if everyone hates her because they hate me? She's too good for that!

It's honorable that you would want to protect her from that.

But don't you think it's up to her?

[..........] That-- hm, that...

[........]

That is a very good point. God, you're smart. I was so stupid at your age. I'm still pretty stupid most days. How are you so smart?

I'm sure you would have come to it on your own, in time.

I dunno. [He takes another drink.] I don't know if you've noticed, but I can be a little stubborn at times. Even against myself.

You are incredibly stubborn, yes.

You're also very generous, and brave, and resourceful. You're utterly loyal to those you count as your friends. You are worth more than I believe you give yourself credit for.

Certainly worthy of love.

Maybe. But it would be easier if I didn't love her. Then we could be friends forever and I wouldn't have to worry about messing that up.

Easier for her too. She's probably going to be so mad when I get home tonight. [Smelling like booze and cigarettes. Not that he had been the one smoking.]

It often would be easier. Believe me. If only it were easy as choice in the matter.

[ This Is Not Him Projecting At All. ]

You should drink some water. If you haven't started to, already.

What? How am I suppose to drink to forget if I start drinking water now? I want to earn that bacon I plan to have in the morning.

'Bacon plan'?

This already sounds like a very inadvisable idea.

Bacon is always advisable. Unless!!!! [There is a long pause as Tim suddenly forgets the joke he was about to make and has to come up with a new one.] Unless you're talking about how it needs eggs to go with that bacon.

Don't worry! I'm already on it!

I hope you mean you're on 'drinking more water'.

I'm sure bacon would help with the hangover you're bound to have, but not as much as drinking water now will.

I'll start drinking water when I forget what we were talking about. [Which he momentarily has done. Mind now more focused on bacon then his love life. The problem with drinking until you forget is forgetting what you're trying to forget.]

You know I'll come over there myself, if I have to.

If you come here to sober me up then I hope you know that means I'll be sober enough to force you to go dancing and drinking with me.

Is that meant to threaten me?

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