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The roof, Sunday afternoon

Based on experience, Nadia knew she could still play the guitar, albeit carefully, when she was wearing the shoulder brace.

And since she'd been up half the night riding an emotional roller coaster between joy of having her hand be firmly attached as it was supposed to be, worry and angst over Walter still not being back and whether or not he'd still want to be her boyfriend when he got back, pain, and a very bizarre friskiness, she felt the need for something that reflected those feelings.

So she was sitting in a corner of the roof, wearing the giant, blue, faux-fur muff down over her eyes, and playing They Might Be Giants.

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

When you are alone, you are the cat, you are the phone, you are an animal.
Words I'm singing now mean nothing more than "meow" to an animal.
Wake up and smell the cat food in your bank account,
Don't try to stop the tail that wags the hound.

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

No one in the world ever gets what they want, and that is beautiful.
Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful.
They want what they're not and I wish they would stop
Singing Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa
Deputy Dawg dog a ding dang depadepa,

D. World Destruction.
O.ver and overture,
N. Do I Need
Apostrophe T. Need this Torture?

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

I don't want to live in this world anymore, oh,
I don't want to live in this world,

Don't-don't-don't let's start,
This is the worst part,
Could believe for all the world
that you were my precious little girl
But don't-don't-don't let's start,
I've got a weak heart,
and I don't get around how you get around.

She could think of nothing better to go with her mood than depressing lyrics to a bouncy tune, played while wearing a ridiculous hat.

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So, he'd done the drinking thing, he'd done the obnoxiously loud rock music thing...Chad felt like he was running out of coping methods, mostly because he was usually done needing to use them by now. It had been several days, not even so much as a phone call, although he supposed that was for the best, too, because of...he wasn't really sure, but, yeah. He still didn't like not knowing anything. It was driving him crazy. And Katara hadn't been around, either, which only added to his worry. She wasn't around much, sure, but she wasn't usually gone this much...

Well, he didn't realize it at the time, but Chad knew there was some reason he made sure to bring back some good week from Mexico. And was feeling that now was a good time to smoke it, numb a few hours, feel good for a change.

So he went up to the roof, hoping for some privacy, and noticed a Nadia instead. He tried not to think about the voice mail she left him (Ridiculous? What the hell was that supposed to mean?) and went to sit down next to her and listen for a bit.

The thing about what Nadia was doing, see, was that the blue muff effectively blocked out all sight, and the music filled her ears, obliterating most sound, so she had absolutely no idea that Chad was there as she finished "Don't Let's Start" and started into "Birdhouse in Your Soul"

I'm your only friend,
I'm not your only friend,
But I'm a little glowing friend,
But really, I'm not actually your friend,
But I am . . .

And Chad wouldn't ever imagine that he would be able to approach someone and not be noticed because he was certainly not used to going unnoticed, even with something covering their eyes. Hung out with too many ninja-types. He just felt that Nadia perhaps finally appriciated the whole quiet thing and enjoyed it as he listened to her play a little more and then fished out some of the joints he'd rolled earlier, and a little lighter.

He nudged Nadia to get her attention.

The blue muff went a wonderfully long way toward hiding her startled reaction when she was suddenly nudged, though she did manage to strike a sour chord on the guitar before reaching up to push the muff back. "Oh. Chad. Hi."

"Sorry if I startled ya," Chad winced a little apologetically at the missed chord and, almost as if making an offering to earn his forgiveness, held out the two joints. "Want one?"

Nadia accepted one of the joints gingerly, still a little worried that her hand might fall off again. At least she had the ace bandage to keep it on . . . .

Yeah, she could probably really use a joint right now.

"Thanks. It's been awhile." Was this the ritual? Did she need one? Did Chad?

Chad just nodded a little as he leaned in to carefully light it for her before settling back to light his own. He inhaled a good long drag before he said anything, having to take a moment to keep himself from coughing because it had been a while for him, too. Once he'd managed to quell the urge, he nodded again, this time toward the hand. "What happened?" he asked, a bit brusky.

Nadia let out a cloud of her own, leaning her head back. "Brought Bel back. Aziraphale accidentally cut my hand off. He put it back on, though."

Chad's eyes widened in surprise for a brief second, until he remembered that he'd actually seen something like that before ~~and would have it done to him in new episodes~~, only with a whole arm so it wasn't so strange that it would work for a hand. Still, it made him frown worriedly, and he took another long drag to keep from thinking about something like that happening to Teddy.

"That sucks," he said, after a long exhale of smoke.

Nadia just nodded, taking another drag and wiggling her fingers on her hand again.

She didn't think she'd ever be able to get the image of her stumpy wrist, her hand falling to the sand, out of her mind.

Chad tilted his head back, to watch the next puff of spoke disipate slowly in the air, focusing on it like it was the only thing he would let himself think about right now.

Nadia let the silence draw out as much as she was able to, but as the pot started to make the back of her head tingle, she couldn't take it. "Walter's pissed at me. He went out onto the preserve, and he's not back yet."

And the award for seeming randomness went directly to Nadia Santos, and the pot had effected Chad enough to ellicit a snort. "What's he mad at you for?"

Nadia shrugged, since she hadn't actually been able to talk to Walter and find out. "Jamie and I were going to drive to Florida. Called him from the road. Probably should have waited for him or invited him or not gone or something, but I just wanted to get out, you know? And he wasn't around."

She took another long drag and held it for as long as she could, then huffed it out when she felt herself trying to cough.

"'s stupid."

"At least you know where your boyfriend is with a pretty good idea of what he might be doing," was all Chad could think to say, as he balanced the joint between his lips so he could check the inner pocket of his jacket to recheck how many more he had.

"He left a note. It said 'out'. Mr. Neilson had to tell Pippi where he actually went, and he's not returning my calls." Nadia looked over and shrugged. "But yeah, I guess. Knew there was something bothering you."

Amazing how a little bit of marijuana could make a guy open up, even if only a little bit himself. A heavy sigh escaped Chad and he tilted his head back, staring up at the sky. "Ted's gone to war, and I don't know anything. Where he is or how much he's fighting. If he's doing okay or if he's lying in some government pit being experimented on. If he's alone, if he's with friends..."

There was a pause. "...if he's fighting beside his ex and wondering what the hell he's doing with someone like me instead..."

Nadia nodded along with all of this. "I . . . have been there. It sucks. You win."

Winning at this certainly didn't feel like winning at all. He sighed, his depression creeping back in. He looked at what remained of his joint between his fingers. "...Shit needs to be stronger..."

And he never thought he'd be saying that about anything from Mexico...

"This is the ritual," Nadia murmured. "For both of us."

"The ritual?" Chad flicked the finished stub away and dug into his pocket for another one.

Nadia took one last drag on hers, nearly burning her fingers as it got down to just the smallest roach, then put it out and exhaled. "Roof ritual. I used to do one for people when they had relationship emo. We'd get pot brownies and come up here . . . did it for Veronica, Walter, Blair, Cally, Anders . . . even Bridge and Xander . . . Parker. . . . This is the ritual."

"Huh," Chad grunted, extracting two more and offering them both out to Nadia for her to chose as if she might have a preference. "Didn't realize I was participating in a ritual. Did...those other ones yeild better results than this one so far?"

"Made a no emo rule for them," Nadia tucked the roach away and accepted another joint, digging in her pocket for a lighter. "So that might be it. Don't feel like doing that right now, though."

Chad nodded. "I do feel a little better, though," he admitted, mumbled slightly as he balanced the joint between his lips and his big fingers fumbled a little on his own lighter.

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