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[weirdnecro]

[Sokie is glad this isn't a video call, so she can roll her eyes up to the ceiling. This man. This man. Sir, she yelled at you.

But she will try to come in without the big exasperated energy.]

Is that so? Then, would you like an escort home? Or should I come over with a couple of cups of coffee?

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[heyboss]

Oh, how scandalous would it be to come home with a pretty girl on my arm?

I'm willing to chance it. I'll see you at the gazebo.

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[weirdnecro]

I mean, I could make it even more interesting and carry you~

[And she laughs. Because she would.]

But since I'm being nice, I won't try. I'll be there in a few minutes.

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[heyboss]

I appreciate that! I'm not a fan of heights.

I'll be here.

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[weirdnecro]

Pffft. Pretty sure taller.

[And she comes ambling over to the gazebo. No food this time; instead she comes up with her hands in her pockets.

But one hand comes up in a measuring gesture, over her head, showing her height compared to his.]

See? Taller.

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[heyboss]

[He stands up and points to his shoes.]

But your hands are taller than where my feet are. So. Heights.

[He closes the door behind him, ready to follow.]

[weirdnecro]

[Despite herself, she laughs.]

Point made. Let's get going. I'd rather explain in privacy. I'm sure you have questions.

[And she turned, glancing back as she started walking. No leaving him behind.]

[heyboss]

Hm. In that case, let's go to my old cabin. I don't think Arthur's home, but I'd rather not chance it.

[weirdnecro]

Yes...that would be a good idea.

He knows quite a bit but- your place. Which...I have no clue where it is.

[She just thought of Sheehan and Arthur's rooms as just that.]

[heyboss]

It's not far, but it's more my office now.

[He leads the way and unlocks it. It's more bare than it was even before, but the three rooms that branch out from the main one are all closed. The bookshelves are there, but there are empty spots now. He gestures to a cluster of comfortable chairs near his desk woth his typewriter.]

Have a seat.

[weirdnecro]

Your office.

[Funny. It's like how she thinks of her room now as a storage space now- it's certainly build for it.

But Lester's room is certainly an office. She can feel a sense of trepidation as she lowers herself into her seat.]

So. I'm not great at explaining but.

I'm sorry for ah...getting heated like that.

[heyboss]

[He immediately shakes his head as he settles in a chair beside her.]

Please don't apologize for your feelings.

[weirdnecro]

I'm not apologizing for having feelings.

[Though...sometimes it would be great to return them to the store...]

I'm apologizing for being so volatile. You didn't know about that landmine.

[heyboss]

[He nods.]

I accept your apology. Water under the bridge.

I'm glad you're feeling better.

[weirdnecro]

[She offered a soft sigh.]

Arthur warned me you'd be nice. It's still kind of...I don't know.

[heyboss]

Arthur would know.

But really, Sokie. I meant what I said, but I'm am very sorry that I hurt you with my words.

[weirdnecro]

You didn't know Lester. I was already on edge.

I've been quietly having an identity crisis. Not to mention, as Arthur told me before I broke his nose, people are vulnerabilities to me.

Being claimed as a friend was...too much. It's still not comfortable.

[heyboss]

[Poor Arthur. Sheehan sits back, his hands in his lap.]

You phrase that in an interesting way.

'Claim' as a friend.

[weirdnecro]

[Well, she fixed it!]

Yes, well. My self worth is lower than the gutter. It's not that surprising.

[heyboss]

Tell me your fear. [He threads his fingers in his hair.]

[weirdnecro]

[She sighs. But she has to ask.]

Is it the friend or doctor asking?

[heyboss]

Friend. I'm not your doctor.

[weirdnecro]

Good. Had to check. As you told me to.

[She shrugs, and leans back in her seat.]

But the fear is...self defense, I suppose. I have a long history. If I don't leave people, they tend to go one of two routes:

They betray me. Or they die. Usually pretty horribly.

I tend not to bring back those who do.

They're never the same after.

[heyboss]

[That sure is a lot all wrapped up in one. But first - ]

Thank you. For keeping me in check. And for trusting me enough to tell me now.

[But then he goes quiet for a moment, thinking to himself.]

I can't imagine what it is to live a life as long as yours and see so many people come and go. People that I care about and love.

All I can say is that I am grateful for the time that you give me now. And I'd like to be your friend for as long as we're able to.

I'm human. I'm not meant to live forever and I kind of don't want to. But I do want to surround myself in people who care about me and who I care about because that's life. That's the best part of life.

And I'd like to have you there.

[weirdnecro]

[She's a big burrito of trauma.]

After a while, it becomes easier not to care. And more recently...

[She sighed, and rubbed the back of her head.]

I can try, but I am pretty...weird. About being called a friend, or anything like that.

Hell, I got warbly and nearly had a panic attack when I admitted that I love John. I'm not saying not to...try to be a friend Sheehan.

I'm just telling you I'm gonna be a hot mess sometimes, and really shitty and sensitive about the label. And you need to tell Arthur if I'm being an asshole.

I trust him to put me in check if I'm up in my head about it.