Reverie: IC Inbox

[donkeyballs]

 

IC INBOX
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Alright, go ahead and leave me a message, an' I'll get back to you soon as I can.

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[marineris]

[Bobbie ignores the way her heart flutters and exhales slowly, relaxing against him. It's okay. They're fine.]

You're my best friend, too. And still the best pilot in any damn system.

[donkeyballs]

[ It takes everything in him to bite down on his tongue and keep himself from saying something damning. Christ, but he really was a frayed wire, raw and open and far too prone to say something far too much. He manages to grind out a low few words. ]

Thanks, Gunny.

[ He knows he needs to let go of the hug, too. Tells himself that, five times over in his head.

Still hasn't done it. ]

[marineris]

[Pulling back is the logical thing to do, and she knows it, but she doesn't. She's exhausted and anxious and that fucking music is still making her head pound, and she has the disquieting feeling that something has changed irrevocably between them. What if she's fucked this up beyond repair?]

We're okay, yeah?

[It comes out soft and hesitant, and she's not sure why she asks. He's going to say yes even if they're not, but she wants to hear it anyway.]

[donkeyballs]

[ He didn't know. He fucked up somewhere, probably multiple times, and now she's going to second guess every time he does anything. His motivations are all shot, and no matter what he does it's going to read like there's an ulterior motive.

All the ease that he'd felt before, with her? He'd killed it.

And he could have kept it, if he'd just managed not to be a god damn idiot when he saw Kovacs.

Fucking damn it. ]

Yeah. We're okay.

[ More because he wanted them to be, than because he believed it. ]