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[heartbreakclub]

Don't even bother knocking. I'm busy.

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Early 1987ish, and they're at least part Irish, so I guess St. Patty's Day right after Liz died B|

[thecutdiamond]

Her hand falls away from the door with a heaviness he won't see because he isn't looking. Her voice stays light even though her expression falters, hurt visible to him if he only bothered to glance up for a moment.

"Were you-- planning on coming to grandfather's dinner, tonight?"

It was something of a tradition, after all. But then, he'd missed the traditional Caustello Christmas party at Uncle Daniel's. And the New Year's bash at Aunt Bridget's.

And the other small and not-so-small gatherings of friends and families in the past few months, too, the sort of things she'd loved going to as a girl because it'd always be fun to watch him interact with the people he cared about.

She supposes, now, that maybe all that caring was simply gone.