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*Leaning against the bar is a Raph. He's nursing a beer. Situation normal. You may continue with your day, already in progress.*

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"I think it's easier to have that attitude from your side of it," April replied, sighing.

Yeah, you can think that if you want.

"Why are you mad at me?" she asked, voice calm yet almost sad.

Ain't mad. Jealous, maybe...ain't the same as mad.

April was absolutely certain that her heart had stopped in her chest. She had definitely ceased breathing, for sure. She knew that she should be playing it cool, but it was no easy feat. It took her a long moment before she could actually speak.

"Oh."

Nice. Eloquent, April. Way to go.

It ain't a sex thing.

*He says in a harmless mocking tone that would be an impression, were he good at them.*

Quietly, "I know."

It never was.

you find the right one, then...then you get to go'way. live your family life. heck, have a picket fence.

but not before. ain't safe before.

I've found the right one, and there's no picket fence.

"It doesn't work that way." Not for her, not ever.

not for all of us, no. but you're different.

"Maybe." Physically? Sure. Emotionally? Not so much.

"I don't want it that way."

*Raph chuckles, shaking his head*

Don't think you get to have both. What was that 'bout cake an' eatin' it again?

"Don't want both."

Just want you.

then do everyone a favor an' don't want the wrong one.

Too late.

April turned away, taking a slow breath. "Could say the same to you."

think we both know i'm the freakin' crown prince o' bad ideas.

*He needs another beer. Now.*

"And I think we both know it's never so simple." She cut him a sideways glance.

sure it is. just blame me. works like a frickin' charm.

"Oh, I do." There was a smile. Faint, but there.

see? half way there.

*He picks up his beer, and downs a good portion of it.*

I promise I won't make'im cry...much.

"You know, I had almost forgotten about it. You shouldn't have brought it back up. I think you like me bitching at you." April inched closer and laid her head against his shoulder. She'd resisted for a long time, darn it!

Ain't so much a like thing as a what I'm used to thing.

"Oh, so you do know how I feel after all. That's reassuring." She smirked.

guess it's good we know each other then.

*Turning, he taps the glass of his bottle to hers.*

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