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[dendarii]

WHO: Miles + people
WHERE: Various locations, mostly DC7
WHEN: May catch-all!
WHAT: Ditto.
WARNINGS: To be edited as necessary.

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Rather different than hearing it. [ And then, after a moment's thought. ] Very different from saying.

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You're right, it is. But she's also a strong woman. I think string enough to hear it.

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Are you strong enough to say it, Mother?

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Me?

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Yes, you. You'd be the one telling her about being Gregor's foster mother. I'm not touching that one either.

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[ Another small wince. ]

That's already ... come up. Briefly.

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And that was an easy conversation, I suppose?

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Of course it wasn't, Miles, it was also related to her dying in front of me and my not able to do anything about it except burn the damn Residence down. Which, by the way, surely you've noticed her powers by now.

[ She didn't intend her words to be harsh, but that stung, right into her guilt. ]

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[ Just as he'd planned, really. He just folds his arm over his chest lightly. ]

Then how do you expect me to tell her anything about Gregor and I? Surely she'd burn our residence down.

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Talking about caring for someone's child because you caused the parent's death is a great deal different than talking about the child's romantic entanglements.

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I agree. The romantic entanglements are worse.

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[ She rolls her eyes a bit at that. ]

You're rather biased on the subject, I think.

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I'm allowed. It's important ...

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It is important, and the important subjects are always both simple and complicated.

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Then what should we do, Mother? What's the right way to handle this?

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... I certainly don't believe avoidance is the answer. It never is.

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... I wish it were, then.

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[ She embraces him again with one arm, leaning in the press a kiss to his hair. ]

Think of it as another test then.

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[ He snorts a bit at that, but leans against her gratefully. His body is small against hers. Enervated by a lack of his usual confidence. ]

The sort that's also a gift?

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[ She increases the pressure of her arm, tightening her grip on him gently. ]

Aren't they all?

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That's what you always said. For every immobilizer I had to wear or PT I had to go through ...

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... Did it help?

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Not really. I wasn't feeling very gifted at the time.

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[ She's uncertain what she can say in the face of that. In the silence, her arm tightens again, and she just rests her cheek on the top of his hair. ]

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[ Ah ... maybe that wasn't the right thing to say. He flinches a bit, guilty. ]

But I managed it anyway. The fact that I'm standing here is a testament to what you and Da did for me.