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The Roof, Tuesday Night
Walter had the proper supplies for a proper brood - cigarettes, something dubious in a thermos, and a mood. He checked to ensure he wasn't interrupting anyone else's emo and went to sit down on the edge of the roof.
On the plus side, he could see properly again. On the minus side, he was really just dreadful at working out his personal life.
[ooc: Welcome to theroof o'emo house of fun.]
On the plus side, he could see properly again. On the minus side, he was really just dreadful at working out his personal life.
[ooc: Welcome to the

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She may have been debating the usefulness of performing the breakup ritual on herself.
Seeing that Walter was already there, she stopped in the middle of the roof and debated staying or fleeing for a moment.
Which is of course totally the proper behavior for a trained spy. Really, it was becoming more and more obvious that Roberto really had been a fraud.
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"Hey," he said softly.
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He still looked the same. It wasn't fair. He should have gotten fat and ugly and made this whole thing easier on her.
"Hey."
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Just talking. They hadn't broken up badly, right? Couldn't they be friends?
Was he stupid? High? Just really optimistic?
Gah.
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She had about a million questions to ask, but was seriously afraid of the answers. Still.
"What's so complicated?"
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"I want to be with you, but it's not fair to you, because I love someone who isn't here."
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Te amo,
"Then why were you with me in the first place?"
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He downed his drink and pulled out a cigarette. Things to distract himself for a moment, things to keep his hands busy.
"So I wouldn't admit it, and here is this beautiful girl who is smart and funny and a good, good friend. It's not as though you were second best. You're the only girl I've wanted to be with."
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Now she knew she hadn't.
"Love is bullshit. It's an excuse. Just something you say when you're leaving." Nadia stood and walked over to another part of the roof, no longer comfortable sitting down. "Love is crap and pain and it doesn't mean what people think it means."
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"I think different people think it means different things," he said quietly, not following her or moving from his place on the edge of the roof.
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She didn't want him to see the fact that her cheeks were wet.
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But he really wasn't that kind of asshole when he was the one hurting her.
"That's your definition. And Victor thought it meant something else. And I think it means something different from what either of you think."
Or maybe Nadia had the closest definition. Help Seras make a gun...
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She was an idiot.
"You couldn't have just tried?"
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So she scaled the wall and peeked over the edge.
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"Pippi."
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"Am I interrupting you?"
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"If by 'it' you mean 'dying horribly of an unfortunate French disease'... Then, yes, I suppose he does."
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"How'd it go?" Possibly a stupid question.
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