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milliways_bar2006-10-01 02:08 pm
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Okay, he's back. Jittery, (though he knows better than to show it,) and watching the bar from a place in the corner (where he can have his back to a wall) and fingers curled tight around his glass.
But he is here.
But he is here.
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“That might work, if you hit him hard enough.”
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It'd be a horrible thing to do.
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He believes that. Yes, he believes that.
"Not normal sex, though."
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She pauses.
“On your head?”
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Um?
"Oh, ack. I will not worry. I am resilient, I suppose."
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He wrinkles his nose.
"Never."
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“Then I’m sure you’ll be fine.”
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Not even a metaphor!
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“Maybe he has met my mother.”
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He bites his bottom lip.
"Dead, I mean?"
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Said as calmly as if she were talking about the weather.
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Looking at his hands.
"Thea did the same thing and I miss her something dreadful."
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“I was only a little girl, but I still feel quite sad about it sometimes.”
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And it takes some adjusting, but he manages to grab her hand.
"Truly."
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“We’ll see them both again.”
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He shrugs.
"I am a season."
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“Then we will just have to let them come to us.”
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He nods.
"It might work, for your mother."
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“It might. But I won’t mind if she doesn’t. She’s been gone long enough that I’m used to it.”