...I really don't know what to so say, other than I thought it was you. I mean, yeah, I thought you were acting very strangely, but I guess I didn't really question it at the time.

I'm sorry.

You didn't question it after either. In fact, you don't even regret it.

I do now.

It doesn't matter now.

Look, I really don't know what to tell you. It was a mistake and I feel pretty horrible about it. The fact is we both missed you and when I realized what had happened, I was disgusted with myself, yes, but I couldn't really bring myself to be too angry with your counterpart because, well, it was something we both needed.

I must admit I'm surprised you feel this way. You've slept with your clone God knows how many times, and I'm not allowed one mistake? One mistake to be added to a very, very long list of mistakes, yes, but my previous point still stands.

In case you've forgotten, that would make it the second time you have slept with my clone. The first being two hours following the more serious of our breakups.

I wasn't angry that you did it, I was annoyed by your display over in your journal.

But not now.

Display? Is that what that was? If I remember correctly, you slept with your clone immediately after I did. I wasn't angry, either.

I thought you didn't care now? Did the situation change yet again?

I've apologized. I deeply regret what I did. I don't what else I'm supposed to say.

Your offer to sleep with him again was all in good fun? The security tapes tell me otherwise. Sleeping with my clone is an elaborate form of masturbation. If it bothered you so much, you never mentioned it.

Explaining the situation is not equivalent to caring.

He offered.

I seem to recall you insisting quite vehemently that it wasn't masturbation, that what you share with your clone is love in its purest form. Or some similar nauseating sentiment.

I didn't take issue with being second best. Why would you take issue with one stupid mistake? He didn't replace you, Jonathan. No one ever could.

And you accepted. That does not sound like regret to me, but maybe that's because I work with the loonies. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Except for that slight bit about the fact that you are one.

The only mistake you made that I resent or have resented is that you did it again willingly with full knowledge that he was the clone.

You were never second best.

I'm doing better, I swear. Just ask Doctor Leland. I haven't had any incidents for more than a week and I'm capable of dealing with emotions that normally trigger a relapse. I'm not not necessarily dealing well, but I am dealing.

You continue to elude the fact that you continued to sleep with your clone when we got back together. It's not masturbation, it's sleeping with someone else, someone who's not me.

Your little "list" says differently.

Of course you would ruminate on that minor detail. Additionally, you have neither acknowledged nor apologized for the fact that you slept with my clone willingly.

Fine. I slept with my clone. I do not apologize. Again, you never told me that it bothered you.

I don't even remember my list.

"Minor detail?" That's convenient.

Why would I? I would never interfere with a love so true.

I slept with your clone. Willingly. I'm sorry.

In fact, I don't even care that you did it now. Isn't it curious how quickly situations can change?

Don't give me that, you at least loved your clone if not me.

I'm sure he'll be crushed by your overwhelming apathy.

I know this is all a bit after the fact, but you're an asshole for not letting him make any mistakes, then dumping him in the wake of it all.

I did not dump him for sleeping with my clone, I dumped him because it was brought to my attention I was taking advantage of him and playing with his emotions.