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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:12:33 GMT
"You'll be out of here before you know it," I smile, kissing the top of his hand,"Promise."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 23:18:30 GMT
I smile weakly, "Hope so."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:20:10 GMT
"Want me to stay with you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 25, 2007 23:26:48 GMT
"If you have nothing else to be doing."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 25, 2007 23:29:05 GMT
"Charlie's got Alex so I'm free."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 26, 2007 19:45:23 GMT
I sit up a little, unable to stop myself even though I know it's irrational to be uncomfortable just because Alex is with Owens, "Right."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 0:25:16 GMT
I put a hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him back down,"Just relax, okay?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 12:04:19 GMT
"I am, I'm fine," I mutter.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:18:01 GMT
"Tiger, you and I both know your not."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 18:26:51 GMT
"Humour me," I mumble.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:44:23 GMT
"Fine," I mumble, brushing his hair lightly back off his forehead,"Your fine."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 18:47:21 GMT
I thought it might make it easier to hear that but it doesn't so I just shake my head slightly, dropping my gaze.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 18:58:41 GMT
"Not working for you?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:01:56 GMT
"Not at all," I admit quietly, "Guess denial's stopped working for me now. Can't be good."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:12:36 GMT
"Maybe it means, acceptance?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:15:15 GMT
"I don't want to accept I'm a fuck-up," I mutter, "I want it to go away again."
You sound like a five year old.
Ah, welcome back voice.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:27:08 GMT
"You don't have to accept that," I mutter,"Cos your not. Not to me."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:29:41 GMT
"I am," I mumble, feeling pitifully pathetic to be so adamant about it, "I am."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:35:29 GMT
"Your not." I mutter stubbornly,"No your not."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:38:02 GMT
"Then what the fuck is wrong with me?" I ask.
My hands are shaking slightly and it's a genuine question. I don't think I've ever felt so weak in her presence before.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 19:57:22 GMT
I gently take hold of his hands, putting my forehead against his.
I wish I knew.
"You'll be okay." I mumble.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 19:58:26 GMT
I close my eyes, resting my forehead against hers, "I'm scared, Maddie," I admit quietly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 20:02:02 GMT
Me too.
You have to stay strong for him, MJ.
"You'll be okay." I mumble, keeping hold of his hands,"You'll be okay."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 20:05:21 GMT
I'm tempted to ask her if she really thinks this or if she's just saying it because she doesn't know how else she's supposed to be but decide this won't acheive anything so I just nod very slightly.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 20:13:41 GMT
I bite down on my bottom lip, something I'd picked up when I got worried, gently brushing the hair back off his forehead.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 20:19:38 GMT
I keep my eyes closed for a moment, staying still, then gently wrap my arms round her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 20:30:24 GMT
I move slightly closer, sitting on the edge of the bed.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 20:33:53 GMT
I keep my arms wrapped around her, still keeping my eyes closed very tightly in case they start to sting again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 27, 2007 20:43:15 GMT
"Ian?" I mumble after a moment.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 27, 2007 20:50:52 GMT
"Yes?" I say quietly.
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