Okay. Well. I don't care, pick someone or I'll rifle through your communications on the network myself and just pick whoever you seem to like at random and invite them on my own.
[DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LEAVE IT UP TO CHANCE, WILL.]
Maybe it'll keep it from getting like it used to be.
[That is, keeping some of the most graphic, fucked up pictures possible out of sight for as long as possible. Freddie will find a way to get it back how she wants. It's like her superpower.]
[That's not a name he's expecting to hear, and Skye is the one who gets the most honest reaction out of him for it. Punched in the gut under icy waters, no air, pain, needles prickling at his throat as he worries he might not breathe again and tries to figure out...]
He lets it ring once. Thinks about ignoring it and maybe sending her something else in text. Something more definite. It rings again. He thinks about trying to find a way to turn it off. It rings again, and he remembers who the hell she is and what she can do.
So it's the fourth ring when he picks it back up, mutters:]
[Whatever joy there was in his voice before the mere name of Abigail was brought up is completely gone. There is joy in seeing her again, of course. There's none in why it is that seeing her again is so joyous.]
[He's quiet for a second, realizes what he did. How he was apparently perfectly content to just cut her off with no explanation and how that isn't a good feeling. Skye's smart, now understands why, but that doesn't excuse the fact that had she not called back? It's entirely possible he would've just left her hanging, for lack of a better word.]
Thank you. [Because saying "sorry" is difficult.] If I don't get back with you tomorrow, feel free to hit me up yourself.
[He is going to have so many people to talk to, he knows.]
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[DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LEAVE IT UP TO CHANCE, WILL.]
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All right, all right. [DRAMATIC PAUSE] I'll bring Freddie Lounds.
[Well done, kiddo.]
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That was you that screwed up Tattlecrime, wasn't it?
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[And very appreciated, if the gift and his tone of voice are anything to go by.]
It's never looked better. Ever.
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[Her tone is pretty silly, though. She's not saying that genuinely, in other words.]
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You're just saying that because you never saw her website back where we're from.
[Maturity springs eternal.
Elsewhere.]
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[That is, keeping some of the most graphic, fucked up pictures possible out of sight for as long as possible. Freddie will find a way to get it back how she wants. It's like her superpower.]
Still drawing a blank over here. No date.
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What about this girl in the hospital? Abigail? She seems sweet.
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Who told you that name?
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in the hospital.
There is a hospital here.
If she's—no?]
I'm going to have to—I gotta go, I'll get back to you.
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I've got some things to take care of.
We can talk more tomorrow, if you want.
Okay?
[No one is okay right now.
Shh.]
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He lets it ring once. Thinks about ignoring it and maybe sending her something else in text. Something more definite. It rings again. He thinks about trying to find a way to turn it off. It rings again, and he remembers who the hell she is and what she can do.
So it's the fourth ring when he picks it back up, mutters:]
Not okay with you?
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Haven't seen her in a while. Didn't think I'd see her again. That's all.
[because she's dead]
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You remember when I told you about why I got locked up? The fourth girl, the one Freddie Lounds might call her friend? Remember?
[Guess who that fourth girl was.]
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In my sink. Yes. That's her.
[What a mess.]
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[Yes. Well observed Skye.]
That's... oh my god. ... Okay. Uh. You-- you do what you need to do.
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Thank you. [Because saying "sorry" is difficult.] If I don't get back with you tomorrow, feel free to hit me up yourself.
[He is going to have so many people to talk to, he knows.]
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