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Post by Skittery on Dec 28, 2011 22:36:00 GMT -5
He had to swallow down the lump in his throat before speaking. "So did I. But...one day, we can have more. If that's what you want."
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Post by Script on Dec 28, 2011 22:41:06 GMT -5
She sniffled, clinging to him. The thought of ever being pregnant again terrified her. She didn't think she could handle losing another baby.
"Where were you today?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 28, 2011 22:46:29 GMT -5
"Selling," he replied, though he'd only sold for a few hours today. And it was almost sunset.
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Post by Script on Dec 28, 2011 22:49:23 GMT -5
She stiffened a little, glancing up at him. He was lying to her, she knew it. "Oh. Well, did you have a good selling day?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 28, 2011 22:52:30 GMT -5
He shrugged as best he could with his arms still wrapped around her. "Same as every other day, I guess."
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Post by Script on Dec 28, 2011 22:54:15 GMT -5
She chewed on the inside of her lip. "You're going to...sell...tomorrow?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 8:15:34 GMT -5
"Yeah," he replied, winding one of his fingers around a curl. Selling did an okay job of keeping his mind off things, so he would continue to do it. Besides, it wasn't like there was much else for him to do.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 14:01:08 GMT -5
She nodded, still not believing that's all he'd been doing, but she didn't say so. She laid against him a minute, thinking. Things were...awkward between them, to say the least. They barely spoke, could barely look at each other.
"We...we don't have to keep pretending, Michael...if you don't want to..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 16:17:37 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" he inquired, trying to keep his voice casual. He didn't want to admit that he knew what she was talking about. Because that might mean she didn't really love him anymore. And he couldn't deal with that.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 16:50:01 GMT -5
She sniffled a little, avoiding his gaze. She was convinced he didn't want her anymore. Not after the way she'd ruined his life. But he was too nice, too much of a stand-up guy to say so. She needed to give him an out.
"I--you don't have to feel obligated to take care of me. I--I know you'd rather be anywhere but here."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 17:28:24 GMT -5
Well, that was kind of true. But only for now. He knew he didn't want to be away from her permanently. He just liked to be alone to think and cry and wallow in his own misery.
"I don't feel obligated to take care of you. I'm taking care of you because that's what I'm here for you. Because I love you. Because...because I need you as much as you need me...hopefully."
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 18:08:53 GMT -5
She nodded slowly, biting her lip. "I just...we haven't...you haven't..." She took a breath. "You've put on such a brave face, Michael..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 18:13:39 GMT -5
He almost laughed. Yeah right. If only she knew what he became when he got out the House. It was...nothing to be proud of.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 18:16:24 GMT -5
"You...you can talk to me, Mike. You don't have to hold it all in..." She'd cried into his chest so many times. And he'd just sat there.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 18:20:43 GMT -5
He just stroked her hair, setting his chin atop her head. "Just get some rest, baby."
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