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Parker: Will it hurt?
Bela: Absolutely.
Parker: A lot?
Bela: A lot.
Parker: Good. I want it to.
Bela: It will be excruciating.
Parker: [nods and sits with her arms crossed tightly]
Bela: [moves closer, sliding an arm around her]
Parker: [leans into her shoulder]
Bela: Are you alright?
Parker: I don't like talking about it.
Bela: Alright.
Parker: And Sophie isn't here.
Bela: [makes a bit of a face at that, but she covers after a moment]
Parker: [misses that, of course. She probably wouldn't have noticed it even if she was looking]
Bela: [just keeps her close]
Parker: [stays there, running a finger against her collarbone idly as she thinks]
Bela: [eyes tip down to watch the finger]
Parker: [and stops after a moment] ....sorry.
Bela: It's alright.
Parker: [drops her hands into her lap anyway]
Bela: [doesn't really know what to tell her, so she'll just sit]
Parker: I'm not supposed to call Sophie.
Bela: Maybe you don't need to.
Parker: [pulls away to look at her with a frown] But she tells me what to do.
Bela: She doesn't have to be the only one.
Parker: Who else would?
Bela: [raises an eyebrow]
Parker: Because I don't think Tara likes me much.
Bela: I was referring to me, Parker.
Parker: [blinks] Oh.
Bela: [sighs]
Parker: You mean....not just, you know...sex stuff?
Bela: [nods]
Parker: Okay.
Bela: Okay.
Parker: [smirking now] But still the other stuff, too?
Bela: [chuckles] Sure.
Parker: [smiles more]
Bela: [smiles back]