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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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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.

"Good. This is good stuff. Thanks." Nadia tucked her head into her shirt for a moment to block the wind as she lit her joint and then pulled it back out to exhale. "And I'm sorry about Teddy."

"S'from Mexico. 'Course it's good," Chad said, finally getting his lit and taking a long drag before responding. "An' I jus' want him back, y'know? I..."

He was going to say more. A lot more. But decided that he wasn't high enough right now...probably could never get high enough to bring himself to say what he was thinking at that moment.

"Yeah," Nadia said after a long moment of watching the patterns in the smoke she and Chad were exhaling. "I get it." She reached out her bandaged hand to pat him on the knee (it was easier to reach than his shoulder). "I totally get it."

Chad looked at her with a small, concerned frown. "M'sure Walter's fine, too," he told her. "Gotta be back soon with classes starting back up. An' if he was mad at you, well...you've got a re-attached hand. He has to love you again."

...Yeah, it was starting to kick in a bit.

Nadia looked down at the bandage on her hand. "I dunno. I keep thinking it'll fall off again."

Chad's head tilted as he, too, looked down at it. "Does it...feel weird if you go like this?" And he flopped his own hand about a little in front of him.

Nadia gave it a shot. ". . . It feels like my hand. Only in a bandage."

Chad nodded. "There you go, then. No falling off."

Although, briefly as he drew in some more, he entertained the morbid idea of Nadia's hand falling off and taking on a life of its own. It wasn't that strange, really, especially around here...

Nadia was still wobbling her hand back and forth and up and down. "I used to think that. But then it did fall off. And now, I can no longer take for granted that my hand is and always will be attached to my wrist."

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