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text; early morning 8/13

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Whenever you have a chance, please call me.

call;

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[Callin' you back.]

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[It rings four times and the pause might be it going to voicemail, but--]

--Hey.

[Franz is quiet, subdued.]

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Oh good, I get your voice this time. What's going on?

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I've just been a terrible boyfriend lately. The truth is, even when Daedalus is around I've been thinking a lot about my friend Albert. His birthday is coming up, and we'd usually be planning some kind of trip or party for the occasion, I'd have his present all sent up... it was just routine in my life for so many years, except for last year. It's stupid.

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[A pause, and Kurt sighs.] Franz, remember Father's Day? You're not the only one who's missing someone. So unless you're calling me, Daedalus, Blaine and the entire Newcomer community stupid too...

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[Franz's voice never raises, but it's dark. Cold, almost.] No, it's different.

You and Blaine can go back to your worlds someday and see the people you miss. Everyone precious to Daedalus is here in the city - believe me, he pines over it enough that I'd never forget it.

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Franz, I... You may see him again. It isn't an impossibility.

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[Now his voice raises - tries to be sharp, but turns more shaky.] And if I saw Albert again, what the hell would we talk about? Our plans for the future? I hope I could at least get him a better birthday present this year than a goodbye-letter and a blood-stained shirt... [There's an audible sniff, and it's definitely probably because of some tears.]

I made so damned sure to smile, those last few moments. I thought I made peace with all of it - with all of it just being over.

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[Kurt legitimately doesn't know what to say. His heart aches for his friend, but how the hell do you comfort someone over their own death?]

Franz... Please don't cry.

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I'm trying - damn, I'm really... [sniff] Okay. I think I'm done.

--Please don't tell Daedalus about why I'm freaking out. He wouldn't understand.

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I won't, I promise. This isn't his business anyway.

Franz... Don't feel guilty about missing him.

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It's not that. He wouldn't care that I miss him. He knows I do. He wouldn't be jealous, he's better than me about that kind of thing. He knows what Albert means to me. Meant to me.

I miss my future. Ever since a few months ago, I've been so claustrophobic. I would rather be here than dead in the ground, of course, but I miss dreaming of new places. I miss looking at the sky and thinking I had time.

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And that's enough to make you forget about the things you do have?

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I haven't forgotten!

Try and put yourself in my position. You've been dreaming about Broadway for years. You think you'd be able to let go of it easily? Even if you did it to save Blaine's life?

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I--I... [He'd just been trying to help, but Christ that had been such a stupid thing to say.]

I wouldn't be able to. You're right. I'm--sorry.