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[chrisisofaith]

[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.

[notnotsasha]

[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?

[chrisisofaith]

[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.]