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[favoriteanalyst]

Yeah. [No.] It's fine. [Is it though?]

I don't disagree with you. Just maybe was a little ill-timed.

[armd]

Not 'maybe'. It was.

(A gusty sigh.) I was feeling bad about Jude, but I shouldn't have started shit.

[favoriteanalyst]

I get it, emotions get high, tempers run hot, yours in particular. But I appreciate the apology. He would've been disappointed.

[armd]

(Oof.)

Yeah. Won't happen again.

[favoriteanalyst]

You know, I missed-- [He abruptly knows this is a pivot, stops, tries again.]

When you were gone. [Hrm. Hold on. Let him rephrase that.] When I remember the timeline when Granitefell happened, [quickly, like he's waving an impatient hand in that You Know What I Mean way] I missed having you around, a lot. And I missed having Barrow around, and I missed having Jude around.

And I haven't done a good job of letting everyone I care about know that I care. Not that I think Jude didn't know, but...

I meant what I said; I don't disagree with you. But yeah, it was some shit timing, and yeah, it blew up into something else, and yeah, it was a little thoughtless of you even if you didn't mean for the blowup. Kinda stings. But it stings because I care about my friends, about you and what you have to say and how you say it.

I don't want to risk you disappearing tomorrow thinking otherwise.

[armd]

(God, Abby feels like dirt. She has the sudden urge to hide behind something even though she's sitting in her room, on her bed, legs crossed, crystal in her lap. The worst part is that he's totally right, about everything. There's no room for any righteous indignation.

Hard to sort out the sentimentality from the telling off; later she'll thank him for it. For now she says, clear and steady,) Got it.

I'll talk to you later.