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[frodofigment]

Bingo already wrote back. That was fast... I was expecting to have more time to get adjusted to this place again. Oh, well... I'm utterly terrified and nervous, but this is a good thing. The sooner I am able to talk to him the better

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[bbolger_baggins]

*gets up, takes a breath, opens the door* Uh, hello. *seems tightly wrapped, meets his eyes, looks away, meets his eyes again* Hello Iorhael. You look well. *holds onto the door, small smile*

[bbolger_baggins]

Good. Daftness has been avoided at last. *listens, shakes his head, lifts his hand in dismissal, darkly* There are worse things to seep into one's fibers. *sighs*

*turns his head and looks at Iorhael a moment appraisingly, turns around to face him, folds his arms in front of him, leaning his back against the window sill frowning* There's a couple things you need to understand. I don't want to go on with list upon list of grievances. But I need to air them, and see if that helps me put them behind . . . us. *watches Iorhael's face for his reaction*

[frodofigment]

*nods, gathers the cloth in his hands and just stands*

Please, I would like to hear them. I have gone on about my side of things without really giving you a chance to or asking you to speak. Very rude of me... I'm sorry. *nervously twists the cloth, feeling a bit unguarded standing. Sets it back on the table and turns back to Bingo*

[bbolger_baggins]

*shakes his head to indicate no need for the apology, sees him nervously twisting the cloth and feels sorry for him, and does not want to feel sorry for him--fights melting, looks at his feet and clenches his jaw*

Well, let's boil them down to two basic incidents, rather than every coming and going then. *puffs* The time you left, before I walked the Fire. The stakes. *looks at him then away across the room, puffs* You kept upping the anti--that's the thing! It wasn't me--it was you! You kept eliciting a higher and higher degree of intimacy from me each time *looks back at him* --you did this. *purses his lips and looks away* The last time. You talked me into wanting a child with you! You did this, not me! You asked me to want this. *clenches his jaw tighter and bites his lip* And the last thing . . . the very last thing I want in the world . . . is to look in my child's eyes . . . and see the same feeling of abandonment I'm feeling reflected in them. *shakes his head and looks at Iorhael glassy eyed* The hubris! The