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029. - Backdated a couple of days

[Filtered to Slade and Bourne's friends. And Claire because he's not sure she counts anymore. Handwritten rather than typed.]

I should be back in a couple of days. A week at most.

I'll respond to messages when I return.

[Basically, he's ditching for about two-three weeks in Jasontime but due to Barge Magic he'll be back probably on Saturday or Sunday. His room will still be there (not like anyone can break in).]

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Sure.

...

...how are you?

Like you care.

~~I mis-~~

[Strikes legible.]

I do.

Then by all means, I'm totally awesome, Jason. It hurts less than last week, and I'm apparently talking to Stephanie again.

[Claire, your words radiate ice. At least to him.]

As long as you're feeling better.

[Bourne sounds noncommittal. He pauses, then frowns.]

...It's only been a week here?

[Stupid Barge time!]

[Ignore, ignore, ignore.]

Yeah. Why'd you leave?

I upset you.

It was only fair.

I meant why did you go home, Jason.

[Waits, then video, in which after each following 'broke', she lightly pounds her chest.]

You broke.my.heart.

Edited 2011-02-11 05:44 (UTC)

[It's Ranty!Bourne from the first movie!] Look... [sigh] I went back because you were upset and I needed to get away to think and that was the furthest place I could think to get to. Okay? That's why I left.

I didn't mean to hurt you, Claire. I didn't want to break your heart.

Yeah, well, maybe you should have stayed.

[Disconnects and, because she knows it won't break, throws the communicator against the wall. It still hurts too much to talk to him. For now.]

♥

What's going on, guy?

I had to take some time.

Why?

I had some things I needed to think about.

I also figured it'd be better for everyone if I wasn't around for a little while.

What the hell's going on, guy? Talk to me.

Claire wanted to start a relationship with me. And I almost did.

I couldn't. I can't. For a lot of reasons.

She hates me now and that's probably for the best.

~~Isn't she a fuckin' minor?~~

Better hating you than you two having a thing, sure, but why does she hate you?

~~Does aging happen here?~~

Because she was in love with me, or she thinks she was in love with me, and I said no.

It's pretty hard for a woman to go from interested to thinking they're in love without some kind of encouragement, guy.

...remember the magical mistletoe right around Christmas?

Yeah.

That happened.

So?

So it was mistletoe and we kissed and she told me she loved me at Christmas.

Don't tell me you didn't fucking shoot her down right then, guy.

...I didn't really say anything.

What the fuck were you thinking?

I wasn't.

...wait, what do you think happened?

I think you were too much of a fucking pussy -- or asshole, I haven't decided yet -- to tell her you were fucking married, that's what I think. What the fuck were you thinking, not to stop it before it started? She's fucking twelve.

[He's not fazed by the name-calling.]

First - she's twenty.

And we weren't married.

[He's a little sad and a little pissed now - how dare he bring up Marie like he knows what the fuck he's talking about. The next few words are spoken tightly, in a controlled manner which seems liable to erupt into shouting at any given moment.]

We never got the chance.

[Transmission Ended.]

[Not dissuaded, despite the foot in mouth.]

Yeah? And how old are you guy?

Look, I'm sorry, alright? But I thought you fucking loved her. So, what? You're going to cheat on her while you're here because you're bored and horny and you don't know how long it'll fucking be? Is that what this is? A pretty girl comes along and she's legal so you think, 'why the fuck not'?

[Silence. Silence. Silence.

Way to say everything his angry mind's been spitting at him in the dead of night, Billy.

Silence for a good five minutes. When he speaks again, his voice is quiet, heavy with remorse and strain.]

It wasn't like that.

[And he's done. No more talking. No more explanations. He cannot do this right now because he's gone to go throttle his mun for scattering pennies on the train tracks of his character.

Or he's gone to go beat something up in the gym, but you know what, I like the first explanation better and I think so does everyone else.]

Then tell me what it was like.

We're friends. We were friends. Now, now, I'm not so sure.

You interested in her?

Not like that.

[But he'll be asking about this later.]

[And guess who'll be as unhelpful as possible?]

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029. - Backdated a couple of days

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[ Private. | Text ] Aww Claire he is trying to reconcile in his horrible derpy way

[ Private. | Text ] I promise she'll get there, one day, just fresh still.

[ Private. | Video ] :(

[ Private. | Video ] I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[ Private. | Video ] He will stand outside your window with a boombox, Claire.

[ Private. | Video ] xD Oh, geez, playing what?

[ Private. | Video ] Taking a cue from Shaun of the Dead? Chicago's "If You Leave Me Now". xD

OMG, lol, I heart you. Keep bugging her, Jason.

ooo-ooo-OOOOOO oh baby please don't go~

xD

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private; jason, "she said she was legal!" is not a good defense

private; ha.

private; redirect!

private; mreh!

private; truly his rhetorical skills are a force to be reckoned with.

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private; he's so good at explanations!

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private; he realizes something may have gotten lost in translation there and SO DO I

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private; oh Costigan, you are a fine one to lecture on morals.

private; Hahahahaha

private; Got buried, sorry!

private; It happens.

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