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[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

I gotta get my shit together.

Junkyard Dog

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[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

You okay, Bobby?

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Just been kinda staring at the blank page for awhile. Trying to find my creativity again.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Maybe get out for a bit, take a walk or something. Clear your head, you know?

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Prolly couldn't hurt. Maybe take the dog.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*smiles*

It's nice there, yeah? Good place for you guys. Bet you're happy there.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

*nods* Yeah, it's a nice place. A lot quieter than New York. Which is kinda weird, ya know.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*quiet for a moment*

You are happy there, right, Bobby? Really happy?

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Ya know, son, so much has changed for me lately, I'm still tryin' to work out what happy feels like. Starting to think the where ain't so important as the who.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Wherever he is, that's where you belong. That's how it is with me and Arthur. The North Pole would feel like home, as long as he was there beside me.

Be damned cold though.

*smiles*

You deserve to be happy, Bobby. Real happy. I'm glad for you, getting to be there with Leo.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Ya know, I think it's really sweet that ya found that. But yeah, NOrth Pole would be cold. Might suffer some shrinkage.

*nods* Thanks, Anson. Now to see if I can work that really happy thing out. 'Stead of being scared of my own fucking shadow half the damn thing.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, sir.

Anything else I can do?

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

*nods* Yeah. Can ya go by the loft, make sure the freight company got all the boxes? Throw some kinda party or something?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*grins*

You got it.

And...a party? Sure. I can always think of a reason to have a party.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Just don't trash the joint, yeah?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*looks aghast*

Me? Aw, come on, Bobby. I'm a good boy now, remember?

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Oh, please. A good boy? Well... maybe. *smirk*

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, eating dinner standing up will do that for you.

*grins*

I promise, I'll look after the place like it's my own. It's the least I can do. Don't worry about a thing, Bobby. You can trust me.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

*smirks* And sleeping on ya belly for days, too.

Thanks, honey. Makes me feel better knowing someone is.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*turns about ten shades of red*

Yes, sir. That, too.

You're welcome. And thanks for entrusting the place to me. I kinda like being there, you know? Helps me not miss you so much.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

*think a moment* Use it anytime ya want, son. I'll let the super know, so he don't call the cops. But ya gotta stay outta trouble.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*fidgets*

Yes, sir. I'll try, I promise.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

All I can ask, yeah? *winks* And stop fidgeting, ya making me nervous.

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*grins and stands still*

Yes, sir.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Much better. *smirks* How ya doing, son? How's things there?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Okay, I guess. I think Arthur's just about done bein' mad at me. And the trial date's in a month.

*quiet for a little while*

Everybody's okay. Things are okay.

[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Ya sure, there, son? Ya wanna talk 'bout it?

[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*hesitates...Bobby's got his own problems, after all*

Just...thinkin' about what I did, how I let Arthur down. How he's gonna feel if they send me to jail this time.

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[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Have ya talked to him 'bout it, yet? Like sat down and told him 'bout what happened?

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[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Yeah. He knows what happened. And he forgives me.

I...haven't really told him that I could get time for this. I don't know how to tell him. He'll just panic and worry himself sick for the next four weeks.

I don't know what to do, Bobby. I don't know how to make this right. I did a stupid, selfish fucking thing and he's gonna suffer for it. I just...

*covers his face with his hands and moans*

I feel like such an asshole.

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[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Ya got yaself a lawyer yet, son? Ya need to get one. I know a guy, I'll give him ya number.

I think things gonna be okay. I think ya ain't given yaself 'nough credit. Or him.

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[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

*nods*

Thanks, Bobby. I just wish it was over with already, you know?

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[badbobbybarnes.livejournal.com]

Yeah, son. I know. I'll get him ya information, see if he can't make it go a bit more away, yeah?

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[anson-greene.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Bobby.

*sighs*

I should just quit whining about it. I fucked up, now I gotta take the consequences. Just...it's harder now, that I got somebody to leave behind.