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This is Kyna. You should just text me if you actually want me to answer.

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You don't have to give me something for that.

[But she still loves that he did, and she reaches for the bouquet carefully. She's not going to argue about the "stressed" thing, because it's pretty true.]

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I wanted to.

[ He lets her claim the bouquet, then uses the hand that was holding it to tuck her hair behind her ear as he glances into the apartment questioningly. ]

Can we talk about the rest of it at least, though?

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[Kyna tilts her head into his fingertips, still peering up at him.]

Oh. Um, sure.

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[ Okay, inside, then. Wash closes the door softly, heading into Kyna's kitchen for a glass for her to put the flowers in. Without water, obviously, that'd be stupid, they just need to be upright so they don't lose their shape. ]

Do you want to start..? I know there's been a lot going on, but not what I can do.

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[Kyna is, apparently, reluctant to give the flowers up, because she hesitates before putting them in the glass.]

Um... I don't know. It's not your fault or anything.

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...are you sure? Ever since the flu you've been a little weird.

[evocation]

What? Weird how?

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I feel like I've hardly seen you. Like maybe... you need a break?

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[Oh. That's what he means. She shakes her head, reaching for his hands automatically.]

No! I never need a break from you.

[It's kind of ironic that, when she's been spending so much time freaking out about how serious her feelings for him have gotten, he feels like she's pulling away.]

It's just... There's been all this shit going on with Caedra. And Lance. I'm sorry.

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[ That's reassuring, at least, but still doesn't explain why she's seemed withdrawn. ]

I know, but I still want to know what's going on to make sure you don't get hur-- wait, what happened to Lance? He just interrogated me the other day, he was fine.

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Um...

[She sighs, looking down.]

You know Michael's ghost monster thing?

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His what now? No. I definitely don't.

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Oh. Shit.

[Well, whatever. It's not like it's a secret.]

It's this... Thing. I don't know what it is exactly. It's like... Possessing him, sort of, but he doesn't seem to mind it. It wrecked shop with the Null when they invaded.

[She shrugs awkwardly.]

I guess if it feels threatened or whatever it manifests? Michael passes out when that happens.

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And it felt threatened by Lance? No offense to the guy, but I've personally kicked the shit out of Michael and nothing happened.

[ That didn't sound very sensitive, let him try again. ]

I mean. Is he still in danger? This monster doesn't have a grudge or anything, does it?

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[That actually gets Kyna to smile a little bit, and she squeezes his hands.]

You're way scarier. But it was because of the paranoia thing. That flu.

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Oh.

[ And then it clicks. ]

Is that what he used the last of his ammo on? I just assumed it was the demon summoning but he's not really the demon fighting type.

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I think so. It was... it was really bad, you know? There was blood everywhere and he was really freaked out.

[And understandably so.]

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I didn't. He seemed... well, not fine exactly, but not freaked over something like this, either. And he's stocked up now, but magical defenses would probably be more effective. If this is the kind of thing that could happen again.

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Yeah, I know. He's really good at faking it. He doesn't want people to worry about him. I stayed at his place that night and he kept apologizing, like he was... I don't know. Bothering me.

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[ Wash and Lance have something in common after all, then, go figure. He hums softly, not sure how to deal with that. Or this new threat -- yet another that he's useless against. ]

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[Kyna rocks back on her heels, not sure how to take that reaction.]

So, um... That's part of why I've been stressed, I guess.

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That's all just part?

[ Because that's already a ton. And if he's honest... ]

I guess I was hoping whatever it was, there'd be something I could help with. Seems like not so much.

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You're helping.

[She leans forward again, wrapping her arms around him and settling her head against his chest.]

You always help. It's just... I don't know how to fix any of it, either.

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[ Instinct makes him want to argue that, because it sure feels like he just dumps more crap on her, but she's made it very clear she thinks otherwise. And right when he needed to hear it the most. She said he made things easier, somehow. He was delirious, but he remembers every word of her list. So maybe... he can do that now? Just by sticking around. ]

Okay... do you want a distraction or a game plan?

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Um...

[She's quiet for a few seconds, considering that.]

Can I have both?