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[at_heart]

You called me, so my guess is you know who I am. But I'm busy, so leave a message, or whatever.

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[featherbeaned]

[ Aha. That'll be a no, then. ]

Seems fine. Seems unaffected. Here's the thing though: You don't know that. You can't know that — unless you ask.

[ Leans forward, draping her arms across her knees. ]

Which, yeah, I get it, that can be more complicated than I'm making it sound. But. [ and now there's a hint of wryness - ] Speaking personally for a second here? Communication's important. Really, really, ridiculously important.

[at_heart]

[ It's definitely a no, but his shoulders curl in as he listens to her. ]

...yeah. I know.

[ About communication being important. ]

But I also know I'm still... missing things. I mean, we used to be [ tiniest hitch ] close, sure, but... here? I barely know him. That's the only memory I have so far of him as an adult. And apparently we hadn't seen each other in years at that point. Why?

[ Shakes his head, then points his eyes at the floor. ]

At least I know it wasn't because of this. Too bad for the producers, that'd be — really funny for them.

[featherbeaned]

Fuck the Producers.

It's frustrating, yeah. To have somebody this important to you, but to only remember fragments. For them to only remember fragments, if anything. But ... and this might be one of those places where you n' me are different ... why let that stop you?

[at_heart]

[ Lifts his head with a wan smile for her at that, one which lingers as he listens. Is that personal experience? Did her experience with Kit go at all like this?

And he'd like to argue the important part, would like to say that Art can't be important to him already — but. Well. He's spent too many endgames trying to spot Art's face in the crowd for that to convince anyone.

His eyes slide away. ]

What do you mean?

[featherbeaned]

I mean …

[ clicks her tongue thoughtfully, gathering her words ]

You don't know what your relationship was back there. You don't know how he feels here. It's frustrating. It's uncertain. It could hurt. Still — why let that stop you exploring what you could be? What you could have? Sure, things might change as you get back memories, but that's just how life works anyway, right?

You learn. You grow. You change. They learn, they grow, they change. You grow together, or apart. Maybe you grow back together again. Maybe you don't. There's only one way to find out.

[at_heart]

[ That... pretty much sums it up. His mouth twists, like it can't quite decide if it wants to be a smile or a grimace. ]

And here's me, not even buying more memories. It's been ten days since we got that one together.

[ That's how much he's been... afraid of this. Afraid of even knowing, one way or another. That's pretty pathetic, isn't it. ]

[featherbeaned]

[ damn, son. you ain't winning. ]

I know the feeling. Well, kinda. There's times I would've gone weeks and weeks without memories if my phone hadn't buttdialed them for me.

[at_heart]

[ tell him something he DOESN'T know ]

I'm guessing the reason was a little different.

[featherbeaned]

Eh, I'd say it was a typical one: I didn't fancy remembering something that hurt.

Though the kinds of hurts I worried about were different from what you've going on, yeah.

[at_heart]

[ Just... pushes a hand through his hair. ]

You really wouldn't wait, huh. You wouldn't wanna buy a bunch more memories first?

[ He's kind of impressed, in a way. ]

[featherbeaned]

Preeeetty much, yeah! I'll roll with it and see what happens. If it works out how I hope? Nice. If it doesn't? Oh well; it was worth a try.

[ Swishes a leg, a gesture that's somehow almost tail-like ]

I'd regret it more. Not trying, I mean.

1/2

[at_heart]

[ Man, he can't even....... ] [ But after a moment, Lupine frowns.







Stupid games. It's not fair that he even knows. ]

[at_heart]

[ Rubbing the back of his neck and looking Anywhere Else. ]

What if I'm just — fine being his friend?

[featherbeaned]

[ raises an eyebrow ]

Maybe you are. But do you want more?

[at_heart]

[ ...Torn between wanting to flip down on the floor on his back because how are you supposed to tell and......... ]

—Heh. I don't know, Tea. I know I don't... just want to sleep with him, but that's about all I've got.

[ And he knows it wouldn't automatically ruin a friendship, he's got plenty of friends here that he's sleeping with, but also that thing he very much knows about your feelings is distracting. ]

[featherbeaned]

You wanna know what I'd recommend?

[at_heart]

...well... yeah.

[featherbeaned]

Just ask him out on a date.

[at_heart]

[ sjldksjsjlksd ] [ also his expression is absolutely bleeding into this as the seconds pass

good job plowing that other train of thought completely off the rails, goodbye ]

[featherbeaned]

YOLO.

[at_heart]

[ That's not even true here, we die all the time and come back, which is why he will sometimes spend a moment fervently wishing the producers would just take pity on him and kill him in the middle of a conversation. ]

Tea.

[featherbeaned]

Yep. That's my name.








And YOLO's my game.

[at_heart]

But—

[ Gesturing. Gesturing helplessly. How do you explain anxiety to someone who doesn't know what anxiety is. ]

[featherbeaned]

[ she's waiting ]

[ expectantly ]

[at_heart]

[ Finally, urgently: ]

How do you do that.