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[witch_amy]

In the shower, I just stood with my head under the spray, eyes closed. Now that I was by myself, I could feel a slight edge. Like a slight tiredness was trying to creep in, but was being kept away by something. The bond, I’m assuming. Because with everything I’d done lately, both magical and…recreational, ordinarily I would be wiped like whoa

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[bitter_brother]

Amy started collecting her clothes. She looked like she was about to cry and, despite my annoyance at the fact -- my heart broke a little. I was fucking her up. Just like I said I would, just like I thought I would. Just like I think I might have warned her.

I finished tying the laces on my shoes and waited for her to get dressed.

"That's not all I want. And you know it," I said, gently. I wasn't trying to be coy, or manipulative. I wanted her to know what I wanted. It was easier that way, and in the end, I wouldn't be a liar. I mean, I wanted that other stuff, too -- the fuck buddies and conjuring buddies and whatevers -- but, I felt fairly solid in the fact that Amy and I could learn a lot from each other. So I wanted to be with her when it happened. And I'm sorry if that sounds new-age hippy or schmoopy or whatever, but fuck it.

"Amy, look," I started. Then, as she pulled on her pants and zipped her zipper over the creamy skin under her belly button, all I wanted to do was crawl under the covers with her and hold onto her until this was all fucking over. "I'm sorry that everything I do is wrong. I didn't know you wanted her to stay here. I thought you wanted her to go. I just wanted shit to be still for a little bit. I need to make some calls and find someone to help us out. I know we're in deep shit. Okay? I mean, I'm not a complete idiot."

I watched as she pulled a cell phone that I didn't know she had out of her purse. She, apparently, missed the $400 I'd put in there. Convenient. But, what the fuck? We were talking here.

"And now you're calling someone? Are you sure that's smart?" I asked.

[witch_amy]

I sighed, looking at Tucker as I finished dressing. “Everything you do is not wrong. This just- isn’t exactly your standard situation. I’m sorry, I get so upset, it’s just- I don’t know. I guess I worry a bit too much maybe. It probably makes me far from the easiest person in the world to get along with. And stuff- we’re going to have to adapt in our own ways, I guess. You know I care about you, Tucker, I guess- well maybe I just need to figure out someway to keep that from making me react to stuff in stupid ways. Or at least, not so often?” The last sentence had been part promise and part question, and I looked at him with slightly hopeful eyes. Part promise on my part not to snap so much, and part question on his as to whether or not that was something he even wanted…

As I pulled out my phone, I noticed the wad of cash in my purse that wasn’t there before, but ignored it for the moment, deciding to figure that out in a minute. /Wait, did he?/ if so, that was cute. And sweet. And slightly criminal on some level, still, but anyway… I couldn’t help but smile at Tucker as I scrolled through the numbers on my phone.

“If it’s somebody who I think might be able to help us with this mess we’re in it is.” My smile widened slightly into a grin as I found Kore’s number and hit ‘send’

[bitter_brother]

Okay, she was smiling and happy again. Uh, figured -- it'd been 30 seconds since her last mood change. Perhaps I should make myself scarce before the next one.

Amy looked at me quizzically with her ear against the phone as I got up. I grabbed the piece of paper with that lawyer's number on it and pointed at the door.

"Lobby," I said. "I'll be back in less than 10 minutes."

She shook her head silently, like she was sure I was fucking with her. I sighed heavily and did the international finger-circling-temple signal for "you're being crazy, bitch." Looking pointedly at her, I gestured that I was leaving my bag. Amy seemed to accept that, so I exited the room and booked it to the lobby to use the courtesy phone.