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[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz is sitting on the floor, near the fireplace, eyes flickering aorund the bar while he picks at a plate of onion rings.

After falling out of his chair during the earthquake, he may figure he's safer already being on the floor.

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[watching_you]

"Guess so," Veronica tells the boy with inexplicably yellow eyes.

"Anyway. How's your life on the outside been?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Well.

Behrooz pauses. He doens't... feel like being a liar.

"It's been - um... kind of complicated, recently."

It's a hard habit to break, though. But. "Someone... a lot of us knew from the outside died recently."

[watching_you]

"Oh!"

Veronica puts a hand to her mouth for a moment, then lets it drop to her side.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know..."

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz's eyes go carefully to the plate.

"Well, I'm not - sure you would've met him. He hadn't... been here much at all recently."

[watching_you]

"Doesn't mean I'm not still sorry."

Veronica supports her chin with a hand, absently.

"Were you close?"

[kayip.livejournal.com]

Behrooz's eyes don't come up.



He starts to say something, but stops. It's an impossible question.



Finally, "Sometimes, in here."

[watching_you]

She nods, slowly, and doesn't reply.

Today's been a day of impossible questions, all around.