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[repeatshimself]

[There's clear radio silence for a long, long time. Billy isn't saying anything right now, but then he speaks. He sounds a little shaky, but not teary. Billy hasn't been home yet - but finally after a night out, he's back home.]

I just...

Whatever happened this weekend, the people I hurt, I'm so, so sorry. I don't know what that curse was or why

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[servidude]

I know it doesn't mean much, when you have memories of things you're ashamed of, and apologizing is important.

But try not to dwell on things you're forced to do too much/

[repeatshimself]

It's not things I was forced to do, really. No one forced me to hurt her.

[servidude]

I don't really know what happened, but the only thing you can do is try to make up for it, right?

[repeatshimself]

The apology's the first step, I guess.

[servidude]

Yeah. It's a good beginning. Making amends isn't that easy, but taking responsibility is a good start.

[repeatshimself]

How was your weekend?

[servidude]

Uncomfortably truthful. Did you want to talk about yours, or should we contemplate the weather?

[repeatshimself]

Hot out. Lots of mosquitos.

[servidude]

Good swimming weather. Assuming you swim. Do you?

[Changing the subject is fine.]

[repeatshimself]

The only real bodies of water around me would cause me to become radioactive if I swam.

Although I know how to swim, if you count one of those baby water safety classes learning.

[servidude]

You're joking. That's terrible--You know the ocean here is just fine to swim in right? I think you have some lost time to make up for.

[repeatshimself]

I guess it can't be worse than flying, right?

[servidude]

I'd say it's a lot better, personally.

[repeatshimself]

I guess I could be convinced to do more than just sit on the beach and eat ice cream.