029 - written, strikes readable, totally public.

[f_ckitybye]

Claire, you all right?

Listen, I want to work out some shit here, and I feel like a right fucking arsehole trying to say it, so I'm going to write it down.

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[you_run_i_chase]

God fucking damn it, Mulder. [And Parker went in and kicked something hard.]

Spam! Totally meant his cabin.

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker turned quickly when she heard someone behind her, and her face was cold and composed when she saw Claire. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was being the ice queen, and this was simply another extension of that. She tried to make it appear as if it didn't matter that another friend of hers had fucked off, but there was something in her face that wouldn't properly ice over. She took a deep breath and then started to walk past Claire.]

Yeah, he's fucking gone. Just like fucking everyone else.

Spam: No worries, babe.

[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker wasn't good with weepy people. At all. Well, she wasn't good with people in general. She watched Claire for a moment, really staring at her and was reminded of just how young this kid actually was. God, she was here when she was this young. Parker had seen the posts that Claire had made about losing people in the past, but she hadn't actually... responded to them; it was too much like looking in a mirror. A step towards the girl was taken (and she was very much a girl Parker's eyes), and one hand briefly moved over Claire's arm. For someone like Parker, it was like a huge hug.]