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[i_love_kettch]

Wes has been thinking. He doesn't do a lot of thinking, really, and this is what tends to get him into trouble, so he's tried pretty damn hard this time to do it and to make some kind of decision.

He thinks he has, now. He thinks he's figured out all those messy feeling things (and some of them hurt to figure out), and he thinks he knows what he

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[majorinyri]

She's hanging upside down on her bed, blowing smoke into the air and watching it dissipate. The knocks at her door make her jump slightly and she gets ash in her face.

"Shavit," She mutters, extinguishing the cigarette in an ashtray on the floor and rolling off the bed. She shuffles forward and opens the door a crack, eying Wes through the crack before opening it further. "Hey."

[i_love_kettch]

"Ah, hey," he says, and lifts his hand in a slight wave. He lowers it, then shoves both hands in his pockets.

"Can I come in?"

[majorinyri]

She steps out of the way and gestures for him to come in. "Sure. Ignore the..."

She looks around. The room is almost impeccably clean. So she points at the ashtray. "The cigarettes. You can ignore those."

[i_love_kettch]

Wes glances at the ashtray as he steps inside, and smiles at her quickly. "I think I can manage that for now."