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Dave is good. well. not good. he's a mess actually and i'm really worried about him. but he's alive.
His house is gone. they have to gut it.
Friday night was a big mess. I got really mad at him and we fought saturday but he actually felt sorry for being a tool and kept apologizing and told me he cared about me.
I slept at his house last night.
God he's so depressed. He just held me for hours. Dave is not a cuddler. he hates cuddling. And thats all we did for an hour or two. he just held me.
He started talking about how he wanted to die and I said "dont you dare say that! if you died i'd go insane" and he told me I was already insane and kissed my forehead.
God I love him and I hate seeing him like this.
I wish I could help him out.
Right now I think the only thing I can do for him is just be there.