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[withmeinparadise]

Nothing's the big deal. Why's it matter so much if I don't?

[evocation]

Because people need us, and it's the right thing to do?

[She says it questioningly, as though she's not sure if he's serious.]

[withmeinparadise]

So you do it.

[evocation]

Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? I don't get it.

[withmeinparadise]

Whaddaya mean?

[evocation]

We were talking just fine and now you're shutting down on me.

[withmeinparadise]

No, we were talking just fine and then you decided we had to go rescue everyone in New Amsterdam.

[evocation]

I didn't say everyone!

[It comes out indignant, disbelieving.]

I'm just saying we should help, and you're acting like... I don't know. Like some old boomer grumbling about bootstraps or something.

[withmeinparadise]

Some old boomer.

[ Okay, first of all, he is Generation X and completely unfamiliar with boomer memes. ]

You wanna help, help people. Have a great time. But I got other plans.

[ Time to stomp over to the vine-drenched safety wall at one edge of the rooftop, crossing his arms as he stares out over the edge. ]

[evocation]

Ughhh.

[It's a long, drawn out sound, and she scrubs her hands over her face.]

What plans? What are your plans?

[withmeinparadise]

Not this.

[evocation]

[Why. Why is every dude she knows so emotionally shut down? Kyna sighs again, drags herself up off the bench, and crosses the roof to join him.]

Sam.

[She really, really doesn't want to believe he's just a selfish asshole who doesn't care.]

[withmeinparadise]

Kyna.

[ His gaze moves down toward her, but his head doesn't. ]

[evocation]

Can you just talk to me?

[withmeinparadise]

[ He exhales. Maybe it's a sigh. ]

Last I checked, we were talking.

[evocation]

You know what I mean. Why don't you want to help? Seriously.

[withmeinparadise]

People gotta figure out their own lives. We all did it. They can, too.

[evocation]

Just because we had a shitty time doesn't mean we have to let everyone else have one.

[withmeinparadise]

Doesn't mean we have to walk 'em through it, either.

[evocation]

Sam, come on. What is this really about?

[withmeinparadise]

Told you--this ain't what I do. If you wanna show people how to hunt squirrels or something, knock yourself out. [ He shrugs. ] Never said I was a saint, Kyna.

[evocation]

[Her mouth twists, and she pulls away.]

I'm not asking you to be a saint. I'm asking you to be decent. I'm asking you to try.

[withmeinparadise]

[ Okay, so he clearly fucked up, but also: how and why. ]

And I do. When it's someone that matters.

[evocation]

What if it was Nate out there? Or me? And we didn't have any of our friends around to help us? Wouldn't you want someone else to?

[withmeinparadise]

Then I'd get you myself. [ Obviously. ] Why's it matter to you? S'not like I'm telling you not to go.