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[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

I'm absolutely exhausted. Don't push me.

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[love-youanyhow.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Trying to be everyone's everything and forgetting to hold back any or myself. And feeling as old as I am, on top of that.

I suppose context would make that all seem much more sensical.

[love-youanyhow.livejournal.com]

*smiles sadly*
Yeah. It's tough. Let me know if I can do anything.
*extends her hand*
Heather. Nice to meet you.
Why do you feel "as old as you are?" Not to play therapist, or anything.

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Grace. And because I'm a lot older than I look.

[She accepts the offered hand, shaking with a warm, gentle grip.]

[guriel]

Okay, fair enough. I'll save the antics for another day. [Beat.] You wanna talk it out?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

It's the same as it ever is. You know, my usual issue. Forgetting how to be young and carefree, even when I'm being young. Because I never really am young.

[guriel]

Ah. I gotcha. [Guriel . . . has the opposite problem half the time. But he's empathetic, all the same.]

. . . you want to go do something young-ish? Would that help?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Like what?

[Her capacity to show enthusiasm is currently very blunted, but there's a vague note of interest there.]

[guriel]

Iunno. Ice cream? Roller coasters? We could chase chickens?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Ice cream, for a start? I'm not dressed for chickens or vomiting.

[guriel]

Ice cream it is. You wanna stay local, or you up for a Move? 'Cause I know this great little place, but it's in Idaho, so.

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Your pick. Just be gentle if you do move me--I'm not sure yet how this body will react.

[guriel]

Well, hey, I know an awesome place that's walking distance, too. And if we're talking about just being young and normal for a change, we can walk, yeah?

[love-youanyhow.livejournal.com]

What's wrong?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Trying to be everyone's everything and forgetting to hold back any or myself. And feeling as old as I am, on top of that.

I suppose context would make that all seem much more sensical.

[love-youanyhow.livejournal.com]

*smiles sadly*
Yeah. It's tough. Let me know if I can do anything.
*extends her hand*
Heather. Nice to meet you.
Why do you feel "as old as you are?" Not to play therapist, or anything.

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Grace. And because I'm a lot older than I look.

[She accepts the offered hand, shaking with a warm, gentle grip.]

[guriel]

Okay, fair enough. I'll save the antics for another day. [Beat.] You wanna talk it out?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

It's the same as it ever is. You know, my usual issue. Forgetting how to be young and carefree, even when I'm being young. Because I never really am young.

[guriel]

Ah. I gotcha. [Guriel . . . has the opposite problem half the time. But he's empathetic, all the same.]

. . . you want to go do something young-ish? Would that help?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Like what?

[Her capacity to show enthusiasm is currently very blunted, but there's a vague note of interest there.]

[guriel]

Iunno. Ice cream? Roller coasters? We could chase chickens?

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Ice cream, for a start? I'm not dressed for chickens or vomiting.

[guriel]

Ice cream it is. You wanna stay local, or you up for a Move? 'Cause I know this great little place, but it's in Idaho, so.

[his-handmaiden.livejournal.com]

Your pick. Just be gentle if you do move me--I'm not sure yet how this body will react.