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night 18
[hahaha yeah so about all that murdering
the deed is done though and Mae kind of—half-staggers at the gymnasium, clutching her side, thinking maybe she ought to do something about that wound there but the nurse's office is so far away? and she could just go to bed? and bleed out there??? it would be nice.
surely, she figures, it's safe to take her time in the halls. what would anyone else be doing around here this time of night am i right???? (spoilers)]
the deed is done though and Mae kind of—half-staggers at the gymnasium, clutching her side, thinking maybe she ought to do something about that wound there but the nurse's office is so far away? and she could just go to bed? and bleed out there??? it would be nice.
surely, she figures, it's safe to take her time in the halls. what would anyone else be doing around here this time of night am i right???? (spoilers)]
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[...at least she settles down easily enough]
Yeah. ...Yeah, you're right. We've got way more urgent ways to die to worry about, anyway, huh.
[...]
Thanks.
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[he shakes his head, though his words aren't scolding, just statements, possibly also reminding himself]
Being fearful for something that will happen anyway is silly, and not even in the way some people find charming. Offer nothing, and face what comes with dignity. That's all we have to do, and all we can do.
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[oh well THAT'S new]
I mean, there are probably other things we can do besides be as dramatic as possible about the whole thing, buuut that's as good a start as any.
[at least she's mostly chipper again?]
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[look at who's all perked up!! she can fret about GOD MURDER later]
Aaaalllll right! Your turn. If mum's the word as soon as your murder hell vacation's done with, better get gut-spillin' while the gettin's good.
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...
[keeps hesitating]
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[great staredown we've got going on here huh
fortunately(???) for us all Mae's got no filter, sober or otherwise]
Not that I'm in any shape to strong arm anything outta you, anyway, but I'm just saying, I shouldn't get to be the only one who gets to, y'know, talk about things.
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[this is not exactly true]
...So many things have happened. I don't know what to say.
[that part IS true]
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[sing-songy, then sighing]
I mean, it isn't like we haven't got all this fresh new material ripe for the discussing from the past, I dunno, twelve hours, even? Or like, the entire idea of tomorrow? We could also just talk about boys and do each other's nails.
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[a little too hurt to be snarky, and he moves on before he can get too maudlin]
With regards to that, just lay low and check with me before you say anything. I'll take care of this.
[so...yeah, maybe boys and nails, huh]
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[buuut she stops, groans. also um has he seen mae ever, is she even capable of laying low??]
Yeah, okay. Sorry if I hit a sore spot, I just figured if you were already gonna put up with all my nonsense...
[huffs, waves a hand]
For what it's worth, I would've cut this whole thing off negative thirty seconds in if I didn't think I could trust you. Dealt poorly with my own dumb bleeding, maybe suffocated less for it, pros and cons.
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One of the few worthwhile things my stepfather did for me was teach me that trust is a lie. Given the chance, people will screw you over and toss you away without a second thought. To think otherwise is Pollyannaish thinking for children and the feebleminded.
[he...I guess that's a smile? it is more grim than anything]
...But now I know something about you, and you know something about me. It's in our mutual best interests for those things not to come out. That, at least, is something worth believing in.
[...maybe she shouldn't have asked]
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...Well, given the circumstances, I'll take it!
Fortunately for you, though, I am a moron, so I'm gonna stay undeterred from the actual trusting you part of all this.
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...Do you sleep?
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[she sleeps until like noon on the regular and misses every investigation and she sounds straight up offended by the prospect of the answer being no, ever]
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[bloodloss-buzzed or no, he looks tired as fuck tho]
...Anyway, don't feel like you have to stay up on my account.
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[pushing herself out of the chair is proving difficult but less so than last time anyway]
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[then he scowls to himself, since if there's anything he doesn't need right now it's honesty, time to rein that shit right back in]
...I mean, I'll walk you back, at least.
[he says, not moving]
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[look, she can take a hint, and so she gives up mid-motion and sits right back down. he can get moving whenever, she's got nowhere to be!! also sitting is nice]
How gentlemanly of you.
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But that doesn't mean it's safe to go out alone. If something were too happen now, it'd be a waste of bandages.
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