Quoted lines are, at the very least in their precision, paraphrased from recorded correspondence.

“We need to have a serious talk. You’re not gonna like it, and I’m really sorry, but it’s something that we needa do. You can’t talk to me anymore, because we need to stop being friends. You’re a really good person. But, you’re so ig– you’re so innocent, and every now and then you’re ignorant. You’re very receptive and extremely respectful when I bring stuff up, but… I dunno I’m just done. Just how I feel that I give more to this than I should, for my own mental health and in the interest of not getting too emotionally invested in anyone. That I feel doesn’t provide the same level of support honestly. And I don’t really get emotionally invested in anyone anymore anyway. Does that make sense?”

“What do you mean by not providing the same level of support?” I thought we were square on compensation. You said… Well, you said we were good. Or do you mean emotional support? All I’ve ever wanted to do here is hear about you. What can I do better? Are there things I’m not listening to? Do I try to solve instead of listen? I actively try to not do that very much. I just don’t understand.

“I’m not going to get into specifics. This is just something you’re going to have to accept. I’m sorry. But as long as we’re silent to one another, except for confirming the details of the client-worker rela– dynamic, you can keep being my client for as long as you want.”

If you think I’ve ever really wanted to be with you as a client to Heather, and not a friend with hope for more to the woman behind the persona, and wouldn’t drag myself out of the Mariana’s Trench, even if you cut off my dick, gouged out my eyes, and obliterated my kneecaps with a pipe, just to keep being able to hear you laugh at my jokes, you apparently have by far the best hearing of any completely deaf person to ever live.