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[deadelfwalking]

 

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"Leave a message, if you must."

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[totallytrustworthy]

No, but that doesn't mean what I'd do for you means any less, yeah? [She's patient, even when he draws back.]

[deadelfwalking]

[He stares at the rough woodgrain of his table, frowning, his head pounding.]

Yes. You have done so much for me recently, after all.

[totallytrustworthy]

Okay, you know what-- [There's the edge of exhaustion in her voice when she starts, patience waning despite the fact that it's still winning out.] I know we've had our rough spots but I like to think you're not about to forget what good I have done.

[deadelfwalking]

[He shakes his head. His attention is still fixed on the table, but his voice is softer, apologetic.]

No. I have not forgotten. You are my only friend, now.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh stop. [It's gentle-- suddenly so-- when Chloe moves to settle down beside him. His inherent chill versus the warmth of her fingers as they find a spot across the bulk of his shoulder.

Doesn't matter if he wants contact or not. He's getting it.] That isn't true.

[deadelfwalking]

[He honestly can't think of anyone else. And Martin is outside of that distinction; Martin is not his friend, Martin is his -- not his child, exactly, but certainly not his friend. Something else entirely.

He shakes his head.]

I'm afraid it is. The distinction is yours alone.

[totallytrustworthy]

Well, [If that's the right of it, and she's not entirely convinced if only because elves are drama queens in the general sense though his reasons are justified:] I've spent more than a few years of my life alone, and I've got to say-- grossly optimistic as it may sound-- it's never too late to start over.