[ic] yet another thread dump post.

[skepticalities]

[WHATEVERRRRRR LIVEJOURNAL!]

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[skepticalities]

[from here]

I don't- I don't expect you to do anything. I just . . . it's going to be okay, Peter.

[fuckseptember]

You don't know that.

[skepticalities]

No, but I'm going to do my damnedest to keep from losing anyone else - particularly you.

[fuckseptember]

[oh god, having feelings again]

You don't even know me.

[skepticalities]

[sits down on the edge of the bed.]

I know you well enough.

[fuckseptember]

You know me fifteen years down the road.

[skepticalities]

And you're him. Or you will be. I probably don't know you as well as I know him, but . . . maybe it's presumptuous, but I'd like to think I know you well enough.

[fuckseptember]

My life blows.

[skepticalities]

. . . yeah.

[fuckseptember]

And I bet I don't even know most of it.

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You've had a hard time of it all.

[fuckseptember]

You too, by the sound of it.

[skepticalities]

Not as bad as you.

[fuckseptember]

I guess.

[skepticalities]

[. . . looks off to the side.]

I've never really had much of a family or- anyone. I don't really remember much about when I was younger either, but I think it's just because I don't want to. I had friends, dated people . . . but there wasn't really anyone consistent in my life until I joined the bureau.

[fuckseptember]

And you lost someone. A partner?