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Can't believe who said what?

Marek. Said I should move on. Doesn't care.

He said that to you?

No... Well, not directly. He said it to Mom.

*raised eyebrows* I see.

I can't... I don't... When... *deep breath. swallows*

I guess... I kind of bugged her about it a little too much. Anyway, that's what she said he said.

Your mother talked to Marek and then told you he said you should move on and he doesn't care?

Well, she told me the first part.

Ah.

Perhaps he's right with that first part there.

That's what Mom said. *is possibly very sulky. and has been crying*

Dee...he's not here. He's apparently not going to be here. And you have a whole life of great things in front of you that don't require his presence but you can't really enjoy any of them. Yet.

I'm ... enjoying. College. Just fine.

I even went to a frat party.

I didn't say college.

And I'm not entirely sure I want to know about you and frat parties.

It wasn't bad. I didn't do anything too stupid.

Well, right now I'm in college. So, focus on that, right?

*lips twitch, briefly* As long as it wasn't too stupid. *is probably really in no position to throw stones, anyway*

If you like.

*semi-intelligible noise of frustration* I'm trying.

*considers his options*

*opens his arms in invitation*

*OMGWTFDEETACKLEHUGATTACK*

*glomps her David-Daddy*

Uh. Hi.

~~Ow.~~

*umfmuffled into his shirt* Mom wouldn't use mojo on him. *knows this is very wrong and yet... it's also unfair. seriously*

*sighs and strokes her hair*

You wouldn't want him if she did.

I so would. *sighs, but she knows he's right*

I don't... this... *crying again* This isn't what I wanted. I didn't think... I thought... I don't know.