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[withmeinparadise]

What's there to talk about? Turns out my alter ego likes a sport coat.

[evocation]

Sam. Come on. It sucked. I'm worried about you.

[withmeinparadise]

You don't gotta be. Sure, it sucked, but I came out okay.

[evocation]

You say that about everything.

[Which means she knows it's a deflection tactic. She sighs, her voice softening.]

I care about you, you know? You can talk to me.

[withmeinparadise]

Because it's true.

[ Especially if you're a filthy liar. He gives her one of those crooked smiles of his. ]

I'm not exactly on the verge of a nervous breakdown here.

[evocation]

[Alas, Kyna is not charmed.]

You're not okay about everything all the time, Sam, even if you want me to think you are.

[withmeinparadise]

[ what's EVEN the point if his charming smiles don't even WORK ]

Why d'you wanna talk about it so bad, anyway?

[evocation]

Because. We're friends, right? I don't want you... you know. Bottling it up.

[withmeinparadise]

Why not? S'not like talking about it's gonna make a difference.

[ It already happened--all that's left is picking up the pieces and moving on. ]

[evocation]

You're totally doing the emotional constipation thing.

[withmeinparadise]

Pretty sure that ain't a thing.

[evocation]

What?

[She sounds utterly incredulous.]

It's totally a thing. I do it too.

[withmeinparadise]

All right, tell me about your emotional constipation. You get Ex-Lax for it?

[evocation]

[Kyna lets out a long, over dramatic sigh.]

I'm gonna kick your ass, Sam.

[withmeinparadise]

Let's not and say we did. I got enough of that back in the Aerie.

[evocation]

What do you mean? What happened?

[withmeinparadise]

Eh, got my face rearranged a little. [ He wrinkles his nose gingerly. ] Looked a lot worse when it happened.

[evocation]

Oh my God, Sam. How?

[withmeinparadise]

You, uh, remember the Shrikes? [ at least he kind of looks sheepish. ] Mighta gotten into it with one of them.

[evocation]

[Oh no.]

Which one? Why?

[withmeinparadise]

Didn't know the guy before this. Burton or, uh--something like that. It's fine, everything healed.

[ Sort of. He waves a hand vaguely, like the subject itself needs brushing off. ]

[evocation]

Amos?

[She's quiet for a second, nose wrinkling, and then, awkwardly:]

I, uh... punched him in the face.

[withmeinparadise]

That's the one. How'd he, uh, take it?

[evocation]

Uh... He was mad, but he didn't do anything about it. He was being an asshole, so...

[So she was justified!]

[withmeinparadise]

Sounds like he let us both off easy.