[Barrington Whelk, vibes consistently rancid even after years of therapy, feels his skin prickle at the idea that Czerny has at least two people that he expects could be texting him. Toxic thinking, his old therapist's voice says in his ears. And he feels exceptionally grumpy that he's being ganged up on. Of course Noah would have other friends. His life is wildly successful. Is it because Whelk is no longer a part of it? He can't help but think so.
[Asshole. He feels bitterness twist in his gut. A real friend would be happy for Noah, but Whelk and Noah haven't been friends in years. He thinks idly that a real friend wouldn't run at the first sign of trouble either. Take some accountability. He gets very tired of mandated sessions on how to be a better person still affecting him to this day.]
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[Asshole. He feels bitterness twist in his gut. A real friend would be happy for Noah, but Whelk and Noah haven't been friends in years. He thinks idly that a real friend wouldn't run at the first sign of trouble either. Take some accountability. He gets very tired of mandated sessions on how to be a better person still affecting him to this day.]
It's Barry.
Whelk.
[And with that, he expects nothing in return.]