[ he huffs out a short almost-laugh. he still can't smile, but just seeing her he's so happy the impossible amount of fondness must be obvious on his face. ]
I love you, [ he says softly. she already knows, but he hasn't been able to tell her in so long. ]
( god, it's a lot. there's nothing funny but blue still laughs in a way that sounds wet, rubbing her hands over her face quickly before she clears her throat. )
I love you. It feels like it's been forever since I said that.
( the state of ronan's warehouse is a far easier topic of conversation than anything else right now — even if there's probably more that needs to be said. she's tired, tired of being sad and tired of being stressed and tired of walking around herself on eggshells. a week isn't enough time to process what happened, but it's enough time for her to decide that she wants more for herself than misery. )
Have you got a system yet or are you still working out the details?
I'm just trying to put similar things together. I think all the animals and living critters are at the Theater or the forest, but I know some things rearrange themselves when I'm not looking.
[ he swipes the back of his hand across his forehead like it's such exhausting work he can't bear it. ]
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I love you, [ he says softly. she already knows, but he hasn't been able to tell her in so long. ]
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I love you. It feels like it's been forever since I said that.
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Okay well. Don't let it happen again.
[ panning the camera he shows her where he's sitting. ]
I'm reorganizing Ronan's warehouse. I swear it's going to take me like a year.
[ mostly he doesn't want her to worry about where he is or rescuing him with a contract again. he's serious about giving her time. giving them time. ]
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( the state of ronan's warehouse is a far easier topic of conversation than anything else right now — even if there's probably more that needs to be said. she's tired, tired of being sad and tired of being stressed and tired of walking around herself on eggshells. a week isn't enough time to process what happened, but it's enough time for her to decide that she wants more for herself than misery. )
Have you got a system yet or are you still working out the details?
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[ he swipes the back of his hand across his forehead like it's such exhausting work he can't bear it. ]
It's like they prefer chaos.
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( she rolls her eyes, as if the clear fondness in her voice doesn't betray her affection for him. )
How has...everyone been? Really.