chrisisofaith | IC Contact

Well, I think you are, so I guess 'm no one.

[She's puzzled at his question at first, starting to feel like she's fretted about something that wasn't anything...

Maybe try to explain, Sasha. Do better. She sighs.]

When--when I got so frustrat'd cos I felt like you were diggin' in so hard at whether or not I was working too muhch. I snapped at you, an' we haven't talked since then. Not really. Didn' seem like you wanted to, an' you wanted sspace that didn' include me, ever. I didn' like that. How you 'proched me about my doing too much.

[She won't tear up. She won't! Sorta.]

Didn' like not being how we were more. Didn' like not having my friend. Hated that more. You--you were concerned, I was doin too much. I wasn't fair. To you.

'm sorry.

[He's quiet a moment as he thinks that over. This...absolutely isn't a conversation they should be having while she's drunk off her ass. The fact it took her being drunk off her ass to reach out to him about the space between them...

He presses a hand to his face and walks further into the kitchen.]

Do...do you actually want to talk about this now? I did approach you harshly...I am sorry for that, it's my nature. The way you snapped at me hit just the wrong way, I figured you no longer wanted to hear from me and my meddling ways. So I made it easy for you.

I miss our friendship, but friends can and will hurt each other. I know you know that.

[A sigh with a moment of thought. Does she really want to talk about this now? The moment when she managed to feel brave enough to reach out again? Yes and no. What happens if she continues? What happens if she doesn't?]

I do want to talk, but I don't. 'm drunk, I know, but please let me get this out now.

Yer right. Friens can and will hurt each other. Have you met me and Tim? Just-- I guess like you? I thought you wanted that-- To not hear from me after I snapped at you. That I was too much. 'cos I was tired, n' stressed more than I realized. Felt pushed--and 'm sorry. I am. Wolfe and 'Melia helped me see it. Kyle. Tim. You.

[Would she even remember this in the morning? Not well enough, he’d guess. Not well enough to think they were alright again.

He scrapes his hand over his face. Let her get it out and then…see how things fell. She could decide in the morning how she felt.]

I’m glad they were there for you. That they could tell you what you needed to hear. I’m sorry I couldn’t.

As long as you’re safe, healthy, and happy, that’s what matters.

[In truth, Sasha wouldn't have known how this conversation might have gone, even if she were sober. She figures that at least he's willing to listen right now, even though she's in not the best spaces of her brain.]

You helped me more than you realize, I promise. I'm just a stubborn shitheadface when 'm overworked, tired, and livin' on coffee an' candy from the machines. You... pushed in a way I didn' espect. I pushed back. 'm the worst at sticking up for myself any other bloody time. That time cost me you.

[Let's see what tomorrow offers.]

I'll let you get back to Jon, yeah?

[This feels...complicated. More complicated than he knows what to do with. His fights with Amelia were...painful, but almost familiar at this point. Fighting with Sasha...well, he'd already said the wrong thing once. Saying the wrong thing again seemed like a nail in a coffin he couldn't and didn't want to afford.
And saying the right thing when he wasn't convinced she would wake to remember it wouldn't be much better.]

Yeah...my nature ran up against your stress...and it ended poorly for us both. Let's...you go back to having fun, lovely...we'll see about revisiting this later. When you're sober.

[There's a small pause.]

I love you. Talk to you again. [Hopefully.

As soon as he's off the phone, he heads back into the other room with every intention of putting his head on Jon's lap and demanding his hair pet.]

IC Contact

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject