[Guy} *muttering to himself as he loads things into a backpack* Okay- rope, tranquilizer gun, flamethrower, grappling hook, lube...

[Jay] *comes around corner, cocks head to the side* Pumpkin- what are you doing?

[Guy] Going to get Jude. *shoulders pack, looks determined*

[Jay] *boggles* You're... *sees computer, reads fic, winces* Guy, sweetie, you can't go get Jude.

[Guy] Can too- got the flame thrower and everything- gonna toast that bastard's geriatric egocentric ASS!

[Jay] Yes, that'd be *drifts off, grin on her face, then shakes head* No- Guy, hon, that won't work.

[Guy] *looks stubborn and determined* Yes it will- I'll brave all and hasten to his rescue, and he can come home, and not go near that cunt man again, and everything will be good.

[Jay] Sweetie... he walked in the front door on his own. He made a choice to go there, he has to make the choice to leave again. You can't make him leave.

[Guy] But she *points at Miss Jess* keeps telling me I should! This is so confusing! *sulks, drops pack on the ground* I just want him to come home *lip wobbles*

[Jay] I know, baby, we all want him to come home *pulls Guy into her arms and pets him soothingly* Is this a problem I can solve with Eric pr0n?

[Guy] *snuffles, ponders the question*

[Jay] *headdesks*