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*prepares to be resigned*

*smiles*

Hey Kid. They're releasing me in the morning...

T'go where?

My apartment primarly..

A... a friend of mine flew in to help for a bit.
If... if they approve of the doctors in Chicago though... I might go back there with them.

...oh.

*shifts* yeah... not my idea of fun either.

Y'gonna need rehab stuff?

Yeah... thats why I'm not sure if I'm going with him or not.

...you'd visit, right?

To be honest.... I don't know if I want to go.
I like it here.

*small smile* Yeah?

*smiles* yeah.

get over here kid, lemme give you a hug or some kind of bullshit.

*rolls eyes, but climbs up next to her, hugging her tight* So, y'gonna be outta here soon, huh?

*hugs him back* Tomorrow morning. Bryce is picking me up to take me to either mine or his place, pending on where he is staying.

Bryce? Whozzat?

My boss. *smiles* He's this big bald guy who pays me when I'm working.

I have'ta fly back with him at least for a while 'cause I'm the photographer for his girl's wedding.

Oh. *nose scrunch* Kay.

...you'll come back, though, right?

You thought he was someone else Kid?

*laughs and messes with his hair*

I plan on it...

*shrugs* Maybe.

*scowls* Hey, stoppit.

.....good.

Naw... I'm not that kind of girl Kid. Guys make too much stuff complicated.

*laughs again*

Promise.

Tell Mom that.

*snuggles up* Good.

I do such. *gives him another hug*

You wanna watch a movie ore read a book or something?

Like what?

I don't know... we got a tv and you have that backpack of yours...

Well, don't have any movies n'here...

Oh... that is an issue.

Mmm-hmmm.

Home?

...*shifts* Chicago. It's where I've worked out of for ten years...

My boss flew in, has it in his head that I'm going to stay out there.

That's good news?

*frowns* Not really.

I don't do the whole staying in one place, especialy when it's someone else's decision.

I don't do it either but I sometimes things work out for the better.

really now?

Fate has a way of working everything out.

I'll have to trust your opinion on that.

might?

Shut the fuck up Bryce.

You sound super thrilled about that, babe.

ooc: slowly catching up! Damn, there are a billionty posts on SWS per day.

*sarcasticly*

Oh, yes, I'm thrilled at the aspect. I'd be moving into my dead partner's house, and... *frowns* take wedding photos.

Actually take wedding photos, or is that a code for something that you don't want to talk about?

*laughs* in this case? Actualy take wedding photos. My boss's kid is getting married this weekend, and I owe him more than a few favors.

Why.. do you 'take wedding photos'?

And are the bride and groom going to be pains in the ass, or fun, do you think?

*he's quiet for a minute* Yeah, my brother and me, we -- "take wedding photos".

I don't really give a fuck about them to be quite honest. Bryce, the boss, is the one who'se going to have his foot up my ass.

*quiet for a second* I used to. I had since... god forever. My partner- she was like my sister.
She...

We all take jobs we don't want from time to time for a friend. *he sighs* Or a family friend. Sam and I wend undercover in a damn jail once. That was fun. In the not very fun, bad for us kind of way.

*he nods, biting his lip* She's the one you lost. I -- know that can be, hard. Harder than it's possible to give words to.

*laughs* sounds about right. I've done simular work for simular reasons. Not going to say how many warrents I used to have for my head.

Yeah. *shrugs* In our job- we knew the risk, but... the way she went?
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, I wouldn't even wish it on those who did it to her.

*he snorts* I feel you on that one. This is the second time I've been legally dead.

*he's quiet for a long moment* I'm sorry. We -- our job isn't exactly one with a pension. But -- *he shakes his head* knowing is different than seeing.

*blink blink*

your fucking me.
your... not alone in that honor.

I understand. Trust me... I've seen for ten years now. It's just- we knew that we would not grow old, have families... a real life.

...she wasn't even thirty.

Not fuckin with you. It's true. Legally dead twice, and real -- *he stops, shrugging* So. You're legally dead, too, babe? Maybe we should start a club or somethin.

*he nods* It's not a settling down and growing old kind of life. But -- there's good in it, sometimes. Sam and I, we've been on the road pretty much since we were kids. And when I lost -- I almost lost him, once. It was close. *his voice is quiet, almost flat* I don't know what I would have done without him.

Several times over. When I was 16, 18, and a few weeks ago agian.
*fixes her hair* I used to have curls.

You would have had someone sit on your head until you got back on your feet and back to what you do best. Trust me, I know. *pauses* I hope it never happens to you though. It's worse... worse than even your own death. Because your alone and without any real reason why..