Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Night

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

George was bored. And so George went to one of those common rooms, picked up the remote, and began channel-surfing.

One station was re-running the movie Hint, and nothing else seemed to be on, so she was going to go with it.

She rummaged in the kitchen to find microwaveable popcorn and settled in for the movie. People could join her, if they felt like it. It was a common room and all.

(Very open!)

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[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall shrugged. "Whatever." He wasn't there to amuse others at his own expense, he was there to watch the TV and eat popcorn. "People suck."

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"For the most part, I agree with you," George said. "But being lonely and wallowing in it, that sucks even worse."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm not trying to run YOUR life," Squall grumbled. "Stop telling me what to do."

In other words, she was right and he knew it.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"You don't have a life," George said. "And one day, you might regret it. That's all."

She was, in her own selfish way, trying to do him a favor. If he got hit by a flaming toilet seat tomorrow, he'd wish he had listened.

And if anyone had told her this shit while she was alive, she would have blown them off the same way.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"Why do you care?" Squall countered. Seriously, she was all up in his business tonight. He didn't need advice, didn't want advice, and certainly wasn't going to let some person he'd just met tell him what to do.

That was Rinoa's job.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"I don't," George said.

... shit. Fine.

"Because I did the same fucking thing and I'm sorry, now, and it's too late to change it, so don't fuck it up before it's too late for you, too. But you're not going to listen to me and I wouldn't have listened to anyone, anyway, so I don't know why I'm wasting my breath. There. Happy?"

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

"I'm not you," Squall informed her. "And I don't need your issues dumped on me. If you want to change, change. Your life is your own. I'm fine the way I am."

He wasn't, really, but the more she insisted the more he'd resist.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"You're not listening," George snapped, temper getting the better of her. "I already fucked things up. It's too late to change what I fucked up. You don't get do-overs for the big stuff. One chance and you miss it and that's it."

Why did she care? He was some fucking guy. So what if he ruined his life, just like she'd ruined hers. What did it matter? Why was she still arguing the point?

It wasn't like convincing him could get her her life back.

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

Squall rolled his eyes. "Then start over. You want to do it differently, do it differently." Seriously. "Just don't project your feelings onto me." He glared at her. "I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing, and I'm not going to regret it later."

At least, he'd pretend really really hard until he stopped regretting it. Because regret was pointless.

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

George glared at him, then went back to watching the movie in silence.

Well, nearly in silence.

"You're such an asshole."

[whateverknight.livejournal.com]

So did Squall.

"Whatever."