So I have a healthy appreciation for myself. Point is, yeah, I get it. Silence is the worst. So your mind started filling in the gaps for you or whatever. It's maybe not the sanest coping method, but it's something, I guess.
[ SOMETHING PRETTY NUTS. ]
... so, wait, how long did you, y'know, haul me around?
Jeez, that's— I mean, you totally made the right call, and you probably should've done it way sooner, 'cause, what, did you think I was coming back or something? But still, yeah, very much eeewww.
[ This is a terrible conversation. Just awful. Possibly the goddamn worst. And now he's rubbing his wrist, where there's still a scar from the cuff but at least not a scar from that, thank god. ]
[ Okay, you know what, he's getting off the couch to go rifle through the fridge, because this sucks. ]
You want something to eat? Drink? Not that talk of incredibly necessary but still super gross corpse-chopping gets the appetite going, exactly, but, uh. I need like an entire bowl of cereal marshmallows.
[ He deposits a bowl of rainbow marshmallows in Piper's lap (with a spoon, because he's a GENTLEMAN), and plops down on the couch next to him, setting his feet on the coffee table. ]
You can't be all maudlin while you're shoving marshmallows into your face, that's just laws of nature.
[ Or so he's hoping, anyway. For himself, mostly. ]
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[ SOMETHING PRETTY NUTS. ]
... so, wait, how long did you, y'know, haul me around?
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[Can't blame a guy for trying, right?]
Days. I mean, I was still handcuffed to you, remember?
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[ And he's really getting the feeling that he doesn't want to know, but like a cat getting itself stuck up a tree, he keeps on asking. ]
So how'd you... you know.
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[That just makes people want to know more, though.]
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Alright, alright. "You" convinced me to...get rid of some of the dead weight. Or, most of it, really.
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[ Yeah, okay, screw poker face. He grimaces, going a little pale and making a chopping motion with his right hand against the wrist of his left. ]
Eew.
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[You're not helping James!!!]
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[ IS HE EVER HELPING? ]
Jeez, that's— I mean, you totally made the right call, and you probably should've done it way sooner, 'cause, what, did you think I was coming back or something? But still, yeah, very much eeewww.
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[Uggggh. This night sucks.]
You know what else? I talked to it. It didn't talk back, but I kept talking to the hand anyway.
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Probably better company than I was, then.
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[So is the regular version, but.]
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You want something to eat? Drink? Not that talk of incredibly necessary but still super gross corpse-chopping gets the appetite going, exactly, but, uh. I need like an entire bowl of cereal marshmallows.
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[ He turns back to Piper from the kitchen, just to stick his tongue out, because he is an Adult and Mature. ]
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[ Two bowls of marshmallows it is, then. A real Susie Homemaker, this one. ]
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[Says a man about to eat a bowl of marshmallows.]
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[ He deposits a bowl of rainbow marshmallows in Piper's lap (with a spoon, because he's a GENTLEMAN), and plops down on the couch next to him, setting his feet on the coffee table. ]
You can't be all maudlin while you're shoving marshmallows into your face, that's just laws of nature.
[ Or so he's hoping, anyway. For himself, mostly. ]
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[He feels kind of silly eating a bunch of marshmallows with a spoon, because he is ingrate.]
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[ Embrace it, Piper. Embrace the silly. ]
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