Mark, you need to trust that I can take care of him. He flipped his shit when I said I was going to call you. He's okay. They've got him medicated. Okay?
Nathan told me to turn it off. You really think I'm keeping you from your son? For fuck's sake. Come. Whatever. I'm obviously not good enough to take care of him.
He was at the theatre. But right before the curtain went up, he disappeared. Jeff went on for him. They looked around, couldn't find him. We knew he was staying at my place, but he didn't tell me what time to get him like he usually does, so I was calling him to leave a message to tell him to text me when he wanted me to pick him up. Lewis heard his phone ringing in his dressing room, so he had left it. He picked it up, and told me they couldn't find Justin anywhere. I went straight over, and by the time I got there, someone was screaming that Justin was up on the roof. So, I went up. He was standing on the ledge looking over, and as soon as I said his name, he lost it.
No, he came down off the ledge to grab my phone and throw it across the roof. He didn't damage it, but I didn't have it on me until later. He thought he I was going to call you. That's why Nate told me to turn it off once we got him to the hospital. He said he was going to call you.
He doesn't want you to see him dead, and he doesn't want to give you another heart attack. There's no ability for him to rationalist when he's at his worst.
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