What came next was small, blond, and leaning in the doorway of the bathroom.
"Sorry, didn't you read the rules?" Veronica asked, looking at him wryly. "Clown noses are supposed to be red. With your height, we could, though, put you in the petting zoo with the giraffes." She wanted to know what had happened, but she'd learned that if she hung around long enough, she could get in her cracks and find out.
Tipping her head back with a stifled groan of frustration, Veronica raised her hands and eyes to the ceiling. "Is there a manual somewhere?" she demanded loudly. "Are there instruction booklets, and people just wait to hand them out to every guy who breaks up with me?" If there had been one, she would gladly have ripped it off him and torn it into pieces. She was getting tired of hearing these spiels from every ex she'd ever had.
"'Oh, hey, you know what would be fun? Let's belittle Veronica, she's not small enough yet!' I mean, surely it's a sign of heartlessness that I don't want to pour my feelings out on the floor for the whole world to hear like everyone else in this godforsaken hellhole. I mean, why on earth wouldn't I want to tell you how I feel? The fact that your formerly dead but still beautiful girlfriend has dropped from the ceiling and back into your life surely affects me in no way, but it does give me a real incentive to explicate at length just how I feel - or wait, no, it doesn't, because apparently I never really
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He wanted to throw his hands up in the air, nearly furious with irritation and instead, he just rubbed his eyes and shook his head, too tired for this right now, and his nose was killing him and he still hadn't told Jess everything. "Fine, you're right, you don't owe me feelings," he mumbled, and meant it sincerely. "I'm sorry I tried to pry them out of you and I'm sorry I can't just move on."
"Sam," Veronica sighed, shaking her head, "she almost died. Did die. She's on an island in the middle of nowhere and there's nothing good waiting for her at home and she loves you. That's... that's all." Jess deserved better than to have the man she loved standing around making declarations to other women.
"I know," he said quietly, the words hushed and low and he looked at Veronica and his smile was pained and young. "I'm scared," he admitted. "That I couldn't work it out with you, that I'll screw up with her, that she'll...that she'll vanish. And you're right. What's there to go back to, for her?"
"I know." Veronica leaned back against the door frame, shaking her head. "But you're more of an idiot than I think if you let her go over something ridiculous. Make the time good." Sooner or later, she thought, Jess probably would disappear -- it was the way this place worked -- and she wanted, when that happened, for Sam to have however long filled with happy memories to ease that loss. There was just no way to say that without sounding foolish or weak or sorry for her own losses.
"I will," he promised earnestly, face crumbling into a desperate picture of a man who was going to try, even if he absolutely had no idea to do it. "And I mean, you'll be there every step of the way to smack my wrist when I screw up, won't you?"
It wasn't a question Veronica had expected, and her surprise registered for just a moment, however slightly, before she nodded. "Every step of the way," she said with a wan smile, "but I tend to prefer a good old fashioned ass kicking."
Because what I really need in life is to play BFF to my ex and his perfect girlfriend.
"Hey, we're varied in how we kick my ass," Sam promised with a kind smile, even if he was weary around the eyes and his nose was still broken. "I've been trying to brief her on...well, everything. I think she's ready to run."
"Well, she better be," Veronica sighed. "She's dating a Winchester. You guys should really come with some kind of guidebook." She was better off alone, she was better off, she'd always been, always would have been better off on her own.
"On the cover, it says run," Sam advised in a very even tone, though he was joking. "But uh, yeah, the explaining will be interesting to say the least. I feel like she'll think she broke my nose way too early." She'd probably want to throw a good slap after finding out some of the stuff he did.
Well, she'd figured out that one on her own, even if it had taken her a while to listen to herself.
Even if, really, she hadn't been the one who'd run. She'd run after to make up for it. Really, she was running still.
"I'm sure if she really wants to," she said, half-smiling, "she'll find a way to punish you. And hey, turning up here makes that stuff a whole lot easier to believe."
"I think she needs to go through it first," Sam admitted, gesturing with a finger. "I mean, it's one thing to say 'hey you might wake up a guy' and another thing to have it actually happen." And Sam was still determined to find out whether that was all due to a Trickster or something else.
"Sorry, didn't you read the rules?" Veronica asked, looking at him wryly. "Clown noses are supposed to be red. With your height, we could, though, put you in the petting zoo with the giraffes." She wanted to know what had happened, but she'd learned that if she hung around long enough, she could get in her cracks and find out.
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"'Oh, hey, you know what would be fun? Let's belittle Veronica, she's not small enough yet!' I mean, surely it's a sign of heartlessness that I don't want to pour my feelings out on the floor for the whole world to hear like everyone else in this godforsaken hellhole. I mean, why on earth wouldn't I want to tell you how I feel? The fact that your formerly dead but still beautiful girlfriend has dropped from the ceiling and back into your life surely affects me in no way, but it does give me a real incentive to explicate at length just how I feel - or wait, no, it doesn't, because apparently I never really ( ... )
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Nothing but an abyss.
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Because what I really need in life is to play BFF to my ex and his perfect girlfriend.
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Even if, really, she hadn't been the one who'd run. She'd run after to make up for it. Really, she was running still.
"I'm sure if she really wants to," she said, half-smiling, "she'll find a way to punish you. And hey, turning up here makes that stuff a whole lot easier to believe."
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