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WHO: Edward Elric and YOU
WHERE: Vorkosigan Residence, various libraries and coffee shops, etc
WHEN: Throughout August
WHAT: Catch-all!
WARNINGS: PTSD related nightmares, will update if more arise

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... Sorry. I'll try to sleep again later. Just not now.

That's fine . . .

Are you sure? ...Are you okay?

Me? I'm fine.

Okay... [So she's probably just worried which makes sense, but also is not the most ideal situation. Gosh it would be great to just be okay already, thinks Ed.]

[ She silent another very, very long moment. ]

We're gonna be OK.

... Yeah. We've gotten through everything else up till now, right?

Even- even if we didn't, though . . .

You think so?

We're . . . safe here now, aren't we? And as soon as we find Al, he'll love it here too.

... Safer than at home, at least. And Al... [He trails off to scrub tiredly at his face.]

I miss him. I miss him so much.

[ huuuuggggg ]

This is- you've never been apart like this, have you?

[He shakes his head and leans into the hug.]

We got split up for a while after Briggs, but even then we were at least in the same country. We were in the same world.

[ Her arms stay steady. She can remember it, of course: the crushing loneliness of their departure, as keen and brutal and debilitating as a missing limb, the first time they left for somewhere she couldn't follow. It took weeks to even understand the scale of the enormity of that loss. Even still now, everything was sharply divided into "before" and "after." So all she can do is mumble a reply into his hair. ]

Sorry, I'm sorry Ed . . . I know it hurts.

Edited 2016-08-17 20:52 (UTC)

[It's his turn to be quiet for almost too long. He moves before he speaks, slipping an arm around her and curling in against her.]

I hope he finds his way here soon. I can't pull him back to me this time.

I know...

... At least I've got you here. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't.

Me too.

That time, right before the porter took us, "Promised Day." I thought I'd never see you again.

[Oh.

He tightens his arm around her.]

I... Me too. Even after— I was afraid of that until I saw you here.

. . .

You can cry about it, if it hurts to much. There's nowhere you have to be walking to now, you know?

[He laughs; a little too thick to be just amusement.]

So he can make fun of me when he gets here?

[ . . . ]

... I can't cry about that. Not when there's still a chance he'll come here. Or we'll go home.

I just miss him anyway.

Edited 2016-08-18 15:47 (UTC)

Mm.

[He huffs softly.]

...Sorry. You must miss him too.