Dear Faye,
Good luck. That’s all I can really say. I mean, just…wow. I don’t even know. Don’t act on a whim anymore. You’re going to be a mother and you just… can’t do that anymore. Think about your choices before you make them. You have a good head on your shoulders. I know you do. I have faith in you. I believe in you and more importantly, I am proud of you.
Farewell, Logan Davies.
Dear Hastings,
I’m sorry I’ve left on such short notice and without saying goodbye. I figured that it’s probably best to do it this way, you know, just rip the band-aid off. One thing I want to say ; be careful. Take precautions and stay safe.
Farewell, Logan Davies.
P.s Since I not your doctor anymore, I can tell you the joke. What’s the difference between peanut butter and jam? You can’t peanut butter a…male genitalia into a female genitalia. Yeah, told you not to expect much.
-bats his hand away- Fuck off, E.T.
-steps forward, wrapping her arms around him- Please come find me when I’m sane again, okay?
-hugs her, patting her back softly- Your face will come find me when you’re better.

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-shakes her head- I’m not saying that because I want you to say. I’m saying that because I feel like I’m fucking spiralling, and I don’t know how to stop it.
And you aren’t my therapist.. You’re my best friend.
Well, that is a problem for your therapist to solve Faye. And, trust me. You do know how to solve it. It’s right here. -pokes her chest-

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Because I’m not good again… I’m just the same girl I was seven months ago.
Faye, -laughs- You’re not. And if you are, you have your therapist to help you.

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Because you’re leaving!
Faye, you have been and will be fine without me.

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Don’t be sarcastic, Davies. Not now.
So what? Does this mean that I’m just never going to see you again?
I mean…

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