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Who: Wild City and pack???
Where: Wild City, yo
When: POST... GAME.... and on. Late 240?

[so everyone is limping home from a game they won.

it's fine!]

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[ quiet for a long moment, then shakily rubs her face ]

-- shouldn't you be angry...?

[Picking her up carefully and bringing her to the blanket pile]

Why would I be angry at you?

Thought you liked that bastard...

[ this said kind of vaguely, as she lets herself be lifted.

Then, after another moment, ]

... I made Challah cry, too.

She’ll forgive you. We’ll have you all talk it out later when you’re all up for it.

[ quiets, again. ]

What about John?

We’ll talk about how you want to handle it when you’re feeling better.

... what's there to handle. I fucked up again.

[ closes her eyes, pressing her face into his shoulder. ]

You don't gotta be nice when I do this shit, you know.

Takes two to tango Besides, you're the one that go hurt.

[Reaches up to pet her hair]

I know I don't have to.

I definitely hurt him too.

I'm sure you weren't completely innocent, but that doesn't mean you deserved to be stabbed in the throat.

... didn't try to kill him. I think.

[ she seems a little confused on that point for the moment, unfocused. ]

Wouldn't stop fucking screaming at me.

Why was he screaming?

[ thoughtfully quiet for a long moment, troubled. ]

... I don't know.

Let me-- I'm tired. I'll tell you when I wake up.

[ another pause ]

North was there.

...

[Pets her hair]

Sleep. We can talk about shit later.

[ ...

reaches up with a shaky hand to gently pull his head down enough to kiss his cheek. ]

Mmn.

[Leans into the cheek peck, cuddling her close]

[ very quietly: ]

... sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for when you're the one that got hurt.

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