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[knockknock-hack.livejournal.com]

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[knockknock-hack.livejournal.com]

[Claudia frowns, but she can't argue.]

I made tea. And didn't even say anything to him. Just... brought it.

Pete's been joking, trying to keep things light. Myka's mad at him, but she's still... helping him carry things and all. Leena's helping take care of the wound, making him food, things like that. I just... I grab something for him if I can, but usually I just... sit there, And I don't say anything to him.

I'm totally useless.

[thefatalbird.livejournal.com]

Seventeen years ago, I felt the way you do now. My friend was very ill. Her husband was a doctor, and he monopolized her care. He did everything he could to find a cure for her condition. He worked his fingers to the bone for her. All I could do was stay by her bedside, until finally I was told I couldn't even do that. I was useless.

I had a show, the night she died. They didn't tell me until the morning. I think what you should do, and what I failed to do, is stay. Keep sitting, where you have been. Try to think of something to say, until he shoos you away. I'm sure he appreciates the company, even if he is only your boss.

[knockknock-hack.livejournal.com]

...I don't even keep him company. I just... sit in the den. Or in the Warehouse, keeping up the systems, things like that. I've just been... keeping out of his way. I irritate him anyway, so.

I've just been keeping to myself.

[thefatalbird.livejournal.com]

Keeping to yourself, aside from the tea?

[Mag can hear the key word there, and it isn't the first time Claudia's used it. She tries to repeat it the same way.] I suppose what you have to do in the Warehouse is important. You could let him know you're worried, tell him what you've been doing.

[It's necessary to irritate the hell out of people -- sometimes, she thinks, that's the definition of caring. This harks back to their previous conversation.]

You really aren't a people person.

[knockknock-hack.livejournal.com]

I've just been doing my job.

[She shrugs. And... without meaning to, it sort of starts coming out.]

Like I said, my parents died when I was little, and Joshua... disappeared after that for twelve years. Not his fault, though. And I... got shoved into foster care. I... appreciated the families, but never... got attached. So, they always just sort of shooed me onto the next family.

And it's... I don't know. I mean, it's only a matter of time before I'm not useful to the Warehouse anymore, and... Then it'll be time to pack up again.