APOCALYPSE HOW: IC INBOX

[cacophonish]

"...is this thing on?" un: freakscene voice | video | text | action | everything

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[henchgal]

I don't think it really is the same as ever, this time.

[cacophonish]

?

[henchgal]

Did you d

Shit didn't mean to send that. Um.

Okay this is probably shitty to ask, but you didn't do anything to me, rihgt?

[cacophonish]

no

[ He almost capitalizes it, throws in exclamation marks to look more emphatic, but that would ring so phony, wouldn't it? The lady doth protest too much and all that. ]

meredith
you're like family to me

[ Being like "family" to someone like Jeff means nothing. He's pretty sure he would've sold anyone out-- Ally, his brothers, his parents, his friends-- just to quiet the noise in his head, and stop Ziggy from melting his fucking brain. ]

it was just a really fucked up situation
i think everyone was on the verge of losing it after the first couple days

[henchgal]

Yeah, things were pretty weird while we were snowed in.

Sorry.

[cacophonish]

i'm sorry too

i know i haven't been around lately

[henchgal]

Yeah. Why not? You know you're always welcome at our place.

[cacophonish]

[ Good question. And since he can't say the main reason for his avoidance-- not without admitting what he'd done and the guilt he feels-- he spins his answer off his secondary reason. ]

it's just better if i stay away from the adi

[henchgal]

You can't say that and then tell me not to worry.

[cacophonish]

i just don't trust them
i don't feel safe

don't you ever wonder if we'd all be a lot better off if we stayed far away from them

[henchgal]

I do, but remember my tolerance for working with evil is really fucking low because it has to be.

[cacophonish]

yeah...
i get it

[ He should say something else. Elaborate. Speculate. Persuade. But he leaves it at that, trying to will any further conversational threads into atrophy. ]

[henchgal]

Are you staying in touch with Tim? Or do I need to check in on him for you?

[cacophonish]

can you check up on him?

[ Don't send anything else. Leave it on that note, end the conversation. The more he responds, the more the guilt spills up into the back of his mouth, and his stupid, weak, sentimental heart is weeping and-- ]

you guys need to stay away from me
just write me off
it's ok

[henchgal]

You know that's not going to happen, right?

[cacophonish]

please

[henchgal]

Jeff

We're none of us the sort of people who can just do that. I think that used to be at least part of why you liked us.

[cacophonish]

i love you guys
that's why i'm telling you

[henchgal]

[She's going to drop the sweet, kind and polite for a moment, sorry Jeff.]

Listen here you little songbird bitch, you can't control who we care about, and you're already our people. If you need help, let us know. Regardless of if you do, we're going to be here. Okay? Okay, good talk.

[cacophonish]

[ Whoa.

That actually startles him out of his self pitying navel gazing, and just for a moment, he lets out a surprised laugh. It's a real laugh, and he doesn't think he's managed one in so long.

But he doesn't know what to say, because... because he's pretty sure he's past help, and there's nothing they can do unless they, what, cut out his voice box and break his fingers? Because no matter what, he'll find a way to use his magic to feed that hungry thing inside him, and now he knows that he'll even hurt Meredith and anyone else he cares about.

She's offering a lifeline, just like Malcolm had. And he wants to take it, wants to believe that it'll save him...

But he doesn't. ]

ok
good talk