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[removethisworld.livejournal.com]

Maybe I should consider calling him.

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[removethisworld.livejournal.com]

I'll make it easy for you. [This does require a fortifying breath, however.] I want to be with you. I want the chance to be with you. Ball's in your court.

...He's dead. I'm not fully over it, but I've learned to cope, and I've gotten good at making myself accept it and move on.

[andsealmyfate.livejournal.com]

Okay. I've never been very good at tennis though, just...so you know.

That doesn't mean anything. It doesn't just go away. It takes time. A lot of time, I know. You probably don't think I do, but...I do.

[removethisworld.livejournal.com]

Okay? [That's it? That...was easy.] Well, neither am I. So, I guess we'll fumble through this together.

I know it doesn't. But it's the best answer I have.

[andsealmyfate.livejournal.com]

Fumble? I don't fumble. You can fumble. I am studly and...solid.

Well. If you ever actually want to talk about it, I think you'd be surprised as to the insight I have on the subject. Otherwise, forget I mentioned it.

[removethisworld.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. [She's trying not to laugh at you, Cole, since your ego is so fragile.] Of course you are, sweetie.

...Not right now. Maybe in a little while, but not tonight.

[andsealmyfate.livejournal.com]

[ Grumblegrumblegrumble. ] I'm not a sweetie.

[ Sigh of epic relief. ] Okay. Just, you know, it's out there. Should you ever need to.

[removethisworld.livejournal.com]

You've never complained about me calling you sweetie before. Would you prefer I call you something else?

[Awkward smile time, along with a reassuring pat to his arm.] Thank you for offering, though. But I think I've cried on you enough, I should probably give you a bit of a break for a bit.