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[handleyourshit]

  

This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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Re: Spam

[handleyourshit]

"To try."

The coffee is cool enough now to drink more quickly now, and she does, half of what's left in a mouthful.

"To not just give up and be dead."

Re: Spam

[loveisall]

"That's a very big ask."

It was something that B had asked of him, too, once upon a time. It had felt insurmountable then.

Re: Spam

[handleyourshit]

"Yeah, it is."

She doesn't really want to finish the coffee now, but it isn't in her to waste something she accepted. Not anymore.

"So could you just - tell him I had a fucking conversation with you. Over coffee, even. And I want to go back to my room now."

Re: Spam

[loveisall]

"Of course," he assures her. "Thank you for coming over." He almost - almost - leaves it at that, but he's enjoyed the evening, as troublesome as it was to start.

"If I ask you for your company again, as a friend, for coffee, would you accept?"

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[handleyourshit]

She doesn't want friends. She doesn't want a warden. She doesn't want to be anyone's company.

But she promised. She sighs, and rubs the bridge of her nose again.

"Yeah, whatever."

Re: Spam

[loveisall]

"I look forward to it." The admission is enough. He will offer, of course, but that doesn't mean he will do so right away.

"Good evening."

Re: Spam

[handleyourshit]

She finishes the coffee, and sets the mug back down.

"Thank you for the coffee. Good luck."

He's giving her the out, and she's not too proud to take it.