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[i_love_kettch]

[after this]

Wes spent most of the rest of his shift staring at the door, managing a vague smile when he had to serve someone. He left a little earlier than usual, too, because if he didn't stop staring at the door, he was probably going to shoot it ... or walk through it

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[majorinyri]

She is there, sitting on the edge of the bed, a book in her hand. She glances up at him as he walks in, smiling softly. "Hey."

[majorinyri]

"No." Inyri says flatly, pushing past him.

[i_love_kettch]

He quickly steps back, grabbing her arm and putting his foot right in front of the door, to stop her opening it.

"Yes."

[majorinyri]

She pulls her arm away from him, hard, before pushing him. "No." She growls. "It doesn't kriffing matter!"

[i_love_kettch]

He stumbles back, but just against the door, and he narrows his eyes but doesn't touch her again.

"It matters to me. It matters way too much, and I wish it didn't, but it does. So tell me."

[majorinyri]

"I don't know, Wes!" Inyri snaps. "You think that if I knew when and where and how I'd be perfectly fine, I'd get as sad or as upset as I do?!"

[i_love_kettch]

"No-- I don't know. Maybe you like it for some reason -- you're not doing anything about it, anyway. Not doing anything about him."

This isn't how this is supposed to go. He doesn't want to be nasty, doesn't want to hurt her.

[majorinyri]

She smiles, but there is no warmth in it. It's cold and more of a smirk, anyway. "Yeah, I love it. Oh, it gets me hot when Zekka hits me and holds a blaster to me." She sways her way over to him, poking him in the chest again. "In fact, when I leave here, I'll just go find him and beg him to take me back. He'd love that."

[i_love_kettch]

Now Wes touches her, grabs both of her arms just below her shoulders and holds her away from him.

"Funny -- I'm not laughin'. Even though you're kriffin' hilarious. Wonder why?"

[majorinyri]

"Ooh. Someone's angry." She murmurs, looking him up and down, trying to see if he'll get even angrier. She bites on her lower lip, tugging at it, standing straight in his grasp. "Hit a nerve?"

[i_love_kettch]

"Yeah, I'm angry," he agrees, and isn't very sorry for it at all.

"I want to help you, okay? But you're not even trying anymore. You say all this and you just-- I can't do anything for you, and I can't even be here all the time for you to come cryin' to. You need to do something."

[majorinyri]

"I've told you to leave it." Inyri says, pulling away from his arms, slightly. "You don't have to be here for me, I never wanted to kriffing depend on you anyway.

"I hate needing you, Wes. I hate it." She glares up at him. "You still turn me into some...spineless, wibbling mess, and you always make it better, and I hate it. What was the kriffing point of me leaving you if we ended up like this anyway, and let go of me!"

[i_love_kettch]

"I wish I could," he says bitterly, and he does let go, pushing her away a little as he does so and clenching his fists by his side.

"I hate it too -- I hate wanting you to need me. But I can't leave you, no matter how much it messes things up."

He snorts, still without real amusement, and leans back against the door again.

[majorinyri]

"I wish you had fought me this hard when you loved me." Inyri says, crossing her arms and looking around the room.

She can either lock herself in the 'fresher or continue packing things up. She goes for the latter, moving a little slower this time, not looking at him.

[i_love_kettch]

"Yeah, that'd be a healthy relationship."

Wes watches, hands in his pockets again, and doesn't move to help or stop her.

[majorinyri]

"Quite possibly healthier than this." She mutters, throwing stuff on the bed and sighing. Her mind is working though, as she looks at her stuff. "Can you do me a favour? Get my brush out of the 'fresher for me?"