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[quinceypmorris]

I'm sorry, Lucy. I'm so, so sorry. Will you . . .  can we talk? I mean . . . okay, I'll get it, if you'd rather avoid me like the plague or something, but . . . please?

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[intryingtimes]

...Quincey?

Did something happen to my Lucy?

[quinceypmorris]

No, it's . . . nothing happened exactly, I just think she . . . isn't very happy with me, just now. Or you, for that matter. I-- it ought to be all right. Don't worry.

[intryingtimes]

*swallows hard and worries anyway* But-- but you spoke with her. You saw her.

*reaches for Quincey's hand, pitifully, pleadingly* How is she?

[quinceypmorris]

She's-- she's hurting, Art. I-- I want to help, but . . . well, there's only so much I can do. She wants you. She needs you.

. . . she thinks you hate her.

[red_lucy]

Of course, Quincey. *wrings her hands*

[quinceypmorris]

Look, I-- I didn't mean to upset you. I don't want you to be-- I want you to be happy, and-- it's not my place to tell you how to pick your friends, I know. But I don't trust Gabrielle.

[red_lucy]

But it hurts me so much that my friends have all but vanished.

You're the only one who still talks to me. And even so, I feel as if you'd rather I wasn't there. Or, I suppose, that I was the old Lucy.

[quinceypmorris]

*begins to pace, running a nervous hand through his hair* I wish none of it had ever happened. I wish you'd gotten married, and been happy, and that I'd . . . I don't know, gone back home or something. That it would've all been okay. Maybe not wonderful, for some of us, but okay.None of these . . . supernatural goings-on. But that's not how it happened, and that's just something we've all got to deal with, so-- so maybe I'd rather it was different, but I don't wish you weren't here. I don't. You've got to believe me about that. You've still got your old friends. You don't need friends like her.