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[handleyourshit]

  


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

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[hippie_ninja]

He thinks about that and nods. Okay. Maybe K will say yes. Maybe being in nature will help him.

"Fine but I still expect you to come around."

[handleyourshit]

"Oh I will. Running water is like. Third on the priority list for Creekside right now."

She can and will bathe in the titular creek but she'd prefer not to, thanks.

"You need to leave a sock or something on the door though, or your boyfriend is going to be really embarrassed."

[hippie_ninja]

He laughs. "He hasn't touched me since Valentine's Day, we're very well behaved right now."

[handleyourshit]

"Have you touched him?" she asks.

"Maybe he just needs an invitation."

[hippie_ninja]

She knows why he hasn't. "Maybe I just needed a fireplace first," he decides. Might as well try it.

[handleyourshit]

"J -". She stops, pressing her lips together, sitting with it for a moment. She doesn't rush.

"You and me aren't the same person. What's going on with you two isn't anything like what's going on with me. But I do know a thing or two about broken trust."

Intentionally broken or not, malicious or not, a lot of the time it feels the same. Worse even when it's not intentional, because it if it were at least there would be anger to push against.

"Right after we got out of alignment, last thing I wanted was Carver anywhere near me. If he'd have rolled up on me and tried to take my hand, I'd have probably hit him. By the time he was in my apartment, I knew more about what I didn't want than what I did. Everything was just too hard, and still is. But right as I was about to tell him to get out, or maybe just leave myself, you know what he did?"

[hippie_ninja]

He shakes his head. He has no idea how Carver has managed to convince Rosita to keep trying with him. He's glad that it has worked, whatever it is, though.

[handleyourshit]

"He asked me to come back."

It's not his exact words but without painting a whole irrelevant picture it's close enough.

"Didn't beg, didn't guilt me, didn't even say anything again after that. Just said come back, said please, and then left it with me."

She sighs, rubbing the corner of her eye.

"Sometimes people just need to hear that you still want them close, even if you think they already know, or that maybe they don't care."

[hippie_ninja]

He watches her, hand resting on her knee, and he nods.

"I'll try. I don't want to lose him, it just seemed... Inevitable. But it's not. For either of us."

He hopes.

[handleyourshit]

"You're a good man, Jesus," she says, quietly, gaze calm on his.

"You made a mistake, and you're owning it. If that's not good enough for him, maybe he's not good enough for you."

[hippie_ninja]

His expression softens. He hasn't thought of anything he's been doing as being enough, clearly.

"I'm not used to being forgiven. I don't know if I'll know it if it happens."

[handleyourshit]

She shrugs, tipping her head.

"How do you know with me?"

[hippie_ninja]

"You do this with me." He nods around them; she just lets him be near. They cuddle on a couch.

[handleyourshit]

"Not always," she points out.

"How do you know before we get to this point?"

[hippie_ninja]

"I can just tell with you." A perk of having known her so long. Also probably a side effect of having never truly pissed her off.

[handleyourshit]

"Well, and you still have your nose," she adds, straight-faced.

[hippie_ninja]

He grins. Okay and that. It's a clear sign. "What is the most angry I've ever made you?"

[handleyourshit]

She hums thoughtfully.

"You remember two summers ago, when you kept talking Siddiq into staying just one week longer?" They hadn't been talking for about a year before that, and Rosita had shown up and dragged him back to Alexandria.

"I was sure you were angling to keep him permanently."

[hippie_ninja]

"Well." A pause. "Not permanently, we all needed a doctor. But I like him. It was nice having someone around who agreed with most of my ideas for a change."

[handleyourshit]

"Yes, but I still wanted to pull your teeth out through your nose," she says.

But she can also admit: "It wasn't all you. There was a lot of shit going on. A section of wall we were fixing had collapsed and killed three people, half our corn crop had parasites and we were working to save the rest, and Red had a heart attack in his sleep and bit Tyson and Mo before we knew it."

[hippie_ninja]

"I'm glad it wasn't all me. I don't want to piss people off. You, especially." He nudges her leg playfully.

[handleyourshit]

"Yeah," she heaves an exaggerated sigh: "I'd hate to ruin your good looks."

She folds her arms across herself and curls closer, eyes closed.

"This is nice."

[hippie_ninja]

"I'd hate that too. I skate by on these looks," he jokes, waving a hand over his face.

"I'm going to like having you so close by. I liked my old apartment but I felt so disconnected from everyone. I feel more at home here."

[handleyourshit]

"Good," she says, smiling. She means it.

"You can technically keep both, I think. Jacob had this place and the Manor when he was with Vrenille. But I wanted you to have this option."

[hippie_ninja]

He shakes his head. "I can't afford rent on two places and I won't ask Drake to foot the bill. I'll be happy out here."