...attempted to do that stunt on Poseidon without talking to a stunt coordinator first. Just because I did it once on accident -- that's what that means, is an accident. As in probably not supposed to happen. I'm sure they could have told me that, or at least told me a safer way to pull it off. Instead, I figure I can do this myself, and I end up falling, tearing two tendons in my thumb, and being in the most huge, uncomfortable cast mankind has ever seen. I am such an idiot.
I probably wouldn't have let Brittany go off to Vegas at all, or at least not without me, if I'd known she was going to get shot. I figured there was going to be trouble; that's why I gave her the gun. But I still am not keen to the idea of my fiancee being shot. Or grazed or whatever the hell she was. When I thought something bad might happen, I wasn't thinking about attempted murder. Not that I could have made a difference, probably, but just that I should have been there. You're supposed to protect the people that you love.
There's always something complicated going on. Always. Always unfinished business or unanswered questions. I can understand the need for truth, resolution, closure, whatever you want to call it. But I can't help wanting this to be over. Wanting her to be okay.
I hope to God I'm not saying something like 'if I'd known then what I know now' about this relationship when it's all said and done.
Muse: Josh Lucas
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