[Crowe's hit stage four, though like most, he doesn't realize this. He's frustrated beyond belief with this little event, and makes a call that starts out as some venting with innocent enough intentions. He's been telling people all the bad things about himself, and learning things about his friends in town he isn't sure how to deal with. Surely
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[Thankfully--for her--she did not quite catch his question at the beginning of his litany, otherwise she'd be stuck with no option other than to answer said question, and that was probably not what he needed or wanted to hear.]
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I'd ask if you are all right, but that seems pointless.
Would you like a cup of tea?
[Not!Mom is going to prepare you one anyway, and then you are going to drink it. It's the best way she can think of to calm him down a bit.]
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Don't give up, now. That's what this whole fuss is about--an attempt to get us to give up.
There is nothing worse than sharing secrets you don't wish to share. There are few better ways to defeat the morale of a group of people.
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[He puts his head on the table and wraps an arm around it. He mutters underneath it.]
I can't believe I told the whole town I like guys.
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I don't understand how that would change anybody's opinion on you, Crowe. You're a very polite and friendly young man.
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Hm. Well, that's a bit foolish of those "people" you are referring to.
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[He puts his head down again, to cut himself off.]
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You ought to drink that before it gets cold. Unless you'd prefer something else?
[If he were to look up, she had a rather perplexed look on her face.] I suppose I should have asked what you wanted first, hm?
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Relax, Crowe. I'm not going to repeat anything you say, nor will I pressure you into talking...
[Headdesk this is not her forte, and this oversharing thing was making it difficult to hide that she wished she could do more.]
I don't have children, and though my commanding officer has poked fun at my 'maternal instincts' I really don't know what sort of thing a mother would say in this instance.
[Ohno. Did she say that out loud?]
...sorry. I didn't...really...mean to say that...
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I...know. I do wonder sometimes though, what it would be like. If nothing else, Mayfield's given me the opportunity--
[That may have been even worse than the first thing she'd said. She actually covers her face, shaking her head.]
I don't know exactly what is at work here, but..again..I didn't mean to...
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