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Salem?

Hey Li.

Are you okay, Salem baby?

I'm fine. How are you? Doing okay? You look pretty today. :D

I'm doing alright. Thanks :D I'm trying a new look, think it works?

Mhm~! I really like it. Definitely hot stuff~

Salem, you're a sweetheart. <3

Awww thanks ^___^ So are you.

So how are you doing since we last talked?

Doing good. Still haven't spoken to my friend. He normally calls... and he hasn't ... so I'm guessing he doesn't want to talk to me anymore.

Did you try to contact him? Most likely he feels a bit foolish at the moment and doesn't know what to say.

No... I was trying to give him his space... maybe I'll call him sometime this week...

You will probably have to be the one to make the first contact. He probably feels pretty stupid for the whole thing, that can make it hard for him to pick up the phone.

Yeah. *smiles* Thanks Li~ *Goes up on his tiptoes to give her a kiss on the cheek*

*smiles, hugs him tightly and kisses his cheek in return* Not a problem, Sal.

*opens the door and tosses his jacket on the chair*

Anybody home? Hey, kitten, what's--

Salem?

*goes to him and sits down beside him*

Oh hey...what's wrong?

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*Is startled for a second when someone walks into the apartment.*

Damnit.. *He quickly wipes at his eyes.*

Huh? Nothing. I'm fine. *Nice try Salem*

Don't give me that. Come here.

*puts his arms around him*

Come on, little one. Talk to me. Whatever's wrong, we can work it out together.

Edited 2008-03-30 17:25 (UTC)

*Even after all this time of knowing Anson he still can't adjust to all the attention. Or the fact that Anson cares as much as he does. He just shakes his head gently before pausing for a long moment.*

I don't understand myself. *He said finally.*

I went out last night, to a club for the first time since .... *he trailed off*

When I was there, I was dancing, and this guy came up to me, and wouldn't leave me alone. Thats a normal thing...I mean... It shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did... but like... *he takes a breath and begins to play with his fingers.* I don't know... I started to feel panicked when he had a hold of my arm and wouldn't let me leave, so I kind of freaked out and slapped him, then left. *He looks up at Anson.* I can't keep feeling this way. It happens with everything and everyone except my friends. And yeah, I know. Its going to take time. Well, I'm sick of fucking waiting because I feel like I'm going crazy. *Blunt honesty*

*nods, rubbing Salem's back soothingly*

I know. You want to forget what happened. You want your life back. And I wish I had some other answer for you, some way to make that happen faster, but I don't.

*brushes the hair back out of Salem's eyes*

You've been through a traumatic experience and it's gonna take time for you to be able to handle a situation like that without panicking. You haven't had enough time to heal. But Salem...what happened last night was one hundred percent normal. Anyone who's been through what you've been through would have reacted the exact same way. It's good that you went out last night, it shows you want to move forward and get past this thing, but I think it's too soon. I don't think you're ready to handle that yet, at least not alone. So next time, go with a group of friends, okay? With people around you that you trust, you're going to feel safer and a lot more calm.

*hesitates*

I think you need to talk to someone, Salem. A therapist. You know Arthur and me and all your friends, we love you and we'll do anything we can to help you, but you need someone who has experience in dealing with this. It's nothing to be scared of, okay? You don't have to go to some strange office or anything. I can have someone come here. And it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you. There's no shame in needing help. They'll just talk it through with you and give you the tools you need to cope.

So, will you try it? Please?

*He sighs. Thats the whole problem. He doesn't want to have to wait to feel normal anymore. He hates constantly looking over his shoulder or not being able to completely trust people he doesn't know, because he always enjoyed making new friends with strangers. That was the only way you could get more was to talk to people you had never spoken to before after all.*

I know.. I know... *At the mention of a therapist his nose crinkles and he shakes his head.*

No. No way. *His tone is adamant*

Okay. Okay.

*holds him tight*

I'm not gonna push you, Salem. Just know the offer is there if you change your mind.

I know you want everything to happen right NOW but I'm telling you, kitten. You've got to slow down. Just imagine for a moment that it's not you in this situation. Imagine it's a friend of yours. Would you keep pushing, pushing, pushing them to get out, to move on, to put themselves in situations they're not ready for? Of course you wouldn't. So why do it to yourself? Baby steps, Salem. Easy does it. I promise it'll get better, you just have to give yourself a break.

*Salem just shrugged. He knew Anson was right, but that didn't stop him from wanting to continue to push himself. He needed to, that was the only way he would get better as far as he was concerned.*

Okay. *He said to pacify the other man*

*cuddles him*

It's gonna be okay. I promise. And I don't break promises.

You need to take your mind off things for a while. Why don't you order us a couple of pizzas and some breadsticks and stuff, whatever you like, and we'll see if there's anything good on TV? Arthur should be home soon, maybe the three of us can go out later.

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Hey you. I haven't seen you around in a while, you should come over sometime, if you want.

Hey Nick. Yeah, that would be cool. When would you want to?

Oh hell, I dunno. I'm not working today or tomorrow, they're making me take some vacation time from work, so you know.

Oh, thats good. Well, I could come over today if you want. I'm not doing anything either. I just gotta leave later tonight.

That's cool. There's an emo bum on my couch though, but I'm pretty sure if I turn on the TV he'll be good.

Oh you have company? Company is always good. I'll be over in a bit.

Alright, I'll see you soon.

*walks in*

...

*um, not sure what to say*

Salem?

*Quickly wipes at his eyes and turns to give Arthur a smile.*

Hey~

*cocks his shoulders awkwardly. He totally sucks at deal with these situations*

Salem, if you...

I know Anson has talked about maybe you going to see a therepist. If you would go, I would go too. Not at the same time obviously but, you know...

*omg rambling*

*Salem's lips parted slightly as his smile didn't fool Arthur.*

No. *He said simply. He would rather die than ramble about his problems endlessly. Especially to someone who he didn't know. He felt bad enough talking about his problems to Anson and Arthur.*