catchall for emma

[leaberator]

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[foodbin]

Being fine here doesn't mean you were fine then.

[leaberator]

[ don't call his bluff like that, goddamn. ]

... Maybe not, but does it matter?

[foodbin]

Of course it matters.

[After a moment:]

I'm just... worried about you.

[leaberator]

[ he looks a bit. surprised, and embarrassed, but in a mildly pleased way. ]

Nah... there's nothing to worry about. Things weren't great, but a lot of it was my own fault.

[foodbin]

[She pauses again.]</small. Does that make it any better? Whatever happened still happened.

[leaberator]

Well... yeah.

[ blunt? ]

I can't do anything to change what happened. It's done. And besides, that... was probably the only good thing I'd done in a while, at that point.

[foodbin]

[She gives a small shrug, but:]

I know you can't change it, but I don't like the idea that it doesn't matter as much because some of it was your fault.

[leaberator]

It was more like ninety percent my fault.

[ a bit. deadpan, but he's smirking. ]

[foodbin]

And?

[stares!! at him!!]

[leaberator]

[ alright, that takes him a bit for a loop, and he looks away. ]

... I dunno what you want me to say. I don't regret doing it.

[ but he's already said that. ]

[foodbin]

...Do you have something to go back to, after this?

[read: is he super dead.]

[leaberator]

[ he blinks. why...

oh. oh! he smiles, a bit soft. ]

Yeah. I've been living in this place called Twilight Town with my friends. Sun never sets there.

[foodbin]

...Okay.

[Judging from the way she relaxes slightly, that might have been what she wanted to hear.]

Speaking of a place to go... I mean, I’d have to check with Naminé, but if you ever feel like not sleeping in the library...

[leaberator]

[ he winces, a bit. ]

Thanks, but... I don't want him around her. [ a beat ] Around you, either, but I think you've managed to stay under his radar so far.

[foodbin]

I mean, I wasn’t planning on telling him, but... It’s up to you.

[leaberator]

[ god. he hates that he has to admit to this. he looks at the ceiling. ]

He's kinda been following me.

[foodbin]

[bad? bad.]

What? Why?

[leaberator]

The memory thing, I guess?

[ well. he was doing it before that, but. ]

[foodbin]

Why would that make him follow you around?

[leaberator]

Guess what he saw got him interested.

[ he crosses his arms, a bit tense ]

It's nothing I can't handle.

[foodbin]

Are you sure? Didn’t you say he threatened to light you on fire?

[leaberator]

Oh, nah. He wanted me to light him on fire.

[ THAT'S WORSE? ]

[foodbin]

[Yeah!! It is!!]

—That’s worse, Lea!

[leaberator]

I'm not gonna.

[ that is CLEARLY not the problem ]

[foodbin]

...Yes. I know you won’t.