Talking to me about decisions like that are really okay; maybe you need some perspective or whatever. I'm your friend. You're allowed to throw that on me.
[...Talk about it, because he's honestly not sure feeding Sally Seymour is a good idea.]
And thanks, by the way, on the reminder of my social ineptitude. Relax, no one realised anything.
[ five minutes later, she's heading in the door. her first stop's the living room, and if josh is anywhere to be found in there, she'll sink down heavy on the couch and pull her feet up cross-legged. ]
[Josh has been waiting in the living room, and he looks round when he hears the door open, frowning. He's partly annoyed, because Sally didn't come to him first and whatever's going on, it does not sound good. He can't help his expression relaxing when he sees her though.
[ sally tilts over sideways to lean her head on his shoulder, letting out a sigh of resignation. ] Objectively? No way. If it were you or Aidan, I'd be pretty much in the clear already.
[ but 'objectively' rarely applies to richie, even if he's actually pretty decent at objectivity in general. she admits: ] He won't even talk to me.
He'll come around. [Then he winces a little because man, if that isn't just the most stereotypical almost answer to comfort he could give.]
I mean. You two are some... embodiment of metaphorical crossed fingers or whatever. [He sighs, unable not to feel maybe... partly responsible.] He probably needs time.
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like FEED ME SEYMOUR instead of just being like "josh as my best friend you get to smuggle me bodies on a regular basis" and putting that shit on you
and hey you're right, i forgot what a social butterfly you are and how you totally have a ton of friends
...oh wait.
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[...Talk about it, because he's honestly not sure feeding Sally Seymour is a good idea.]
And thanks, by the way, on the reminder of my social ineptitude. Relax, no one realised anything.
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richie did
[ another 30 seconds. ]
can i come over
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Like you even have to ask.]
Of course, yeah.
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Hey.
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Sighing, he falls down next to her.]
That bad?
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[ but 'objectively' rarely applies to richie, even if he's actually pretty decent at objectivity in general. she admits: ] He won't even talk to me.
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I mean. You two are some... embodiment of metaphorical crossed fingers or whatever. [He sighs, unable not to feel maybe... partly responsible.] He probably needs time.
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