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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 13:31:00 GMT
"No, I'm alright. Do you need anything?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 13:34:26 GMT
"Other then sleep, no." I smile weakly."I'm okay."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 13:59:30 GMT
"You can go back to sleep if you want."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:02:57 GMT
I shake my head,"I'm fine, don't worry."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:05:13 GMT
"Okay," My voice sticks in my throat briefly but I manage to get the word out alright.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:13:43 GMT
"Okay," I echo quietly.
"What happened?" I ask softly. I nearly finch, knowing this wasn't the time to ask.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:16:28 GMT
"It was just a dream," I mumble, dropping my gaze again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:21:58 GMT
"Must have been a really bad dream to shake you up this bad." I mumble, nodding at his hand."Your still shaking."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:25:23 GMT
"Yeah, guess so," I mutter, reluctantly glancing at my hands.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 14:27:01 GMT
"Guessing you'd rather not talk about it?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 14:29:41 GMT
"I don't suppose you'd really want to know," I mutter with a shrug.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 20:59:33 GMT
"I'll listen," I say softly,"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to." I drop my gaze, then force myself to look back up,"I wish you would though."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 21:26:13 GMT
I drop my gaze, picking at the duvet absently, "It's just a whole load of fu-...screwed up-..." I stop, not sure what else there was to say about it.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:32:29 GMT
I frown. It must have been bad, maybe worse then normal if he really didn't want to talk about it.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 21:43:02 GMT
"You were dead," I struggle out after a moment, eyes still firmly on my knees, and then it suddenly becomes slightly easier, "And Alex. And Poppy. And Erin was there. Rowan was-...he-..Rowan was there. My D-dad. I-..." I seize up again and my voice disappears.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:48:42 GMT
My breath catches in my throat at the thought of something happened to Alex.
You know these signs Maddie, he can't keep repressing everything.
"Ian," I mumble softly, putting my hand on his.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 21:57:30 GMT
I keep my eyes firmly away from hers.
"Sorry, I'm an idiot," I mumble.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 21:59:54 GMT
"Your not an idiot." I agrue,"You've just had to go through some things other people haven't."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 22:13:21 GMT
I nod, swallowing hard, still keeping my eyes away from her.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 22:17:11 GMT
"You can't keep repressing all this Ian,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 22:18:35 GMT
"It's worked very well for the last few years."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 22:22:23 GMT
"Well it's not going to keep working, Ian look at you. It'll just get worse."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 22:24:56 GMT
"So what's going to make it better?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 22:39:55 GMT
"Not repressing them?" I suggest.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 22:44:22 GMT
I snort.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 22:50:10 GMT
"I don't know, but you can't keep repressing them."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 22:59:56 GMT
"Or what's the worst that'll happen?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 23:08:40 GMT
"Something really bad,"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jan 12, 2008 23:14:33 GMT
"Like what?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Jan 12, 2008 23:19:07 GMT
"I don't know, you crack again and you'll.." I swallow the lump in my throat,"Do something you'll regret?"
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