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[forgeabettertomorrow]

I don't really have anything in particular I need to do today.

I sorta...cleared my schedule so I could talk to you.

I wanted to make sure nothing interrupted my apology...

[adamantlyardent]

[after a lengthy delay:]

That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

I'll be here if you want to talk in person...

[adamantlyardent]

Just be present. If being present is what you're keen on being.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Yeah...

Yeah, I'll be here for you.

An...I'm sorry. I'm sorry again.

Maybe...if you're ever ready...we can talk a little more about...

Well...why I'm such a screw up...

[adamantlyardent]

Maybe, yes.
I'll be back soon, in any case.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Okay...

...I'm...looking forward to seeing you.

I'M NOT DONE W U

[adamantlyardent]

[gods dammit. how much can a girl weep?! how is she supposed to "eventually grow to take things with more grace," the way her older self had said? trust them, she'd said.

okay, sure...but that doesn't fix the crying thing...which is why "soon" is more like "later," because she doesn't want to come home looking how she feels.


the door clicks and gently groans open, and Cecelia steps inside, looking about and fixing on the tuft of blue she spies in the den.

she clears her throat.]

...I'm back.

I WILL NEVER ESCAPE

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin, who had fallen asleep on the couch with a magazine over his face, bolt uprights and looks over at Cecelia bleary eyed.]

[When he seems to finally come to his senses, he offers up a smile.]

Hey...welcome home.

I'm glad to see you.

[adamantlyardent]

...

[those words hit different when they're directed at her, for her. right away, her eyes well up and her face goes red, herself bristling despite the twitchy attempt at smiling.]

Y-yeah? Oh. That's-- y'know. Good.

[forgeabettertomorrow]

...Did...

Did you need anything?

Any...Any help...?

[adamantlyardent]

[that squeaky cry-talk voice:] Um...! Iii, I dunno. I guess, um...

[she blinks a few times.]

Did you really mean all that?

[forgeabettertomorrow]

....Cece....

Of course I did...

[adamantlyardent]

Mm. Kay.

[she gulps, nodding a couple times while trying to keep her shit together.

(she does not keep her shit together, because instead she just hurries around the sofa and dives in to hug him.)]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

GWOOF!!

[He wasn't expecting the diving hug, especially since he's still a little bleary eyed.]

[But when he figures it out, he embraces her tightly; likely tighter than he's ever hugged her. He was always afraid of prodding her the wrong way but...well, it's rare that she just threw herself so openly at him. He wasn't about to make the mistake of misreading something like that.]

Welcome home, Cece...