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[get-real-gone.livejournal.com]

Wish he was under the mistletoe.

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[mutha-flippin.livejournal.com]

Me?

[get-real-gone.livejournal.com]

*looks down* Not just yet, sweetie.

[mutha-flippin.livejournal.com]

Oh. *face falls* Sorry. Didn't mean to intrude. Nevermind then...

[get-real-gone.livejournal.com]

No, no - it's just that ... well, I never had the chance to properly explain ...

Remember that road trip I said I'm on? Well, the whole reason I'm on it is because of my husband dying, back about nine months ago. And ... I've been in a whole dark place after that - ain't nobody supposed to be widowed this young. But Jemaine, you've been a bright spot in that. I mean that truly.

*smiles a little* What if I make it to New York for New Year's?

[mutha-flippin.livejournal.com]

*feels genuinely horrible, but struggles to express it* I. Gosh. I mean... I don't know what to say to that. You don't have to come to New York. I'm not saying that I wouldn't like you to, because I would. I just... don't want you to do anything you don't want.

[get-real-gone.livejournal.com]

*Tries to be encouraging despite feeling unbelievably guilty*

I wouldn't be mentioning it if I didn't want to. New Year's the chance to start fresh, right? Besides, I've heard there's nothing like freezing your ass off in Times Square to ring it in ...

[mutha-flippin.livejournal.com]

*nods, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth* Right. Well. If you are in the area at New Year's, or any time, let me know. I'll treat you to kebabs.