Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning

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Leo was wide awake after radio and he wasn't comfortable enough to spend all his time stalking Fixer-Uppers yet, so he decided to check out the common room on his floor. It seemed nice, not as high-tech as cabin nine, but it had a TV and food so he really couldn't find much to complain about.

He put the TV onto ESPN and idly listened to the anchors talking about the playoff games today while making himself breakfast. Southwestern omelets. The actual, good, Southwestern kind. Not that crap rolled up into a burrito that you got at McDonalds for two bucks.

[The common room is open, yes]

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[therewaslife]

"I know why she's carrying a knife," Bod admitted sadly, shaking his head. "I'm peripherally involved in that as well though I don't know if it's my place to tell you."

He shrugged and looked a little helpless. "I can't admit I'm wrong about this one. It's too big and it's not my fault and I refuse to make it that way. I'm sorry."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby wanted to know what the knife thing was about, but it looked like Bod wasn't going to say anything about it. Nuts.

He shrugged. "I get it, dude. Whatever." Even if the concept of not being at fault was somewhat foreign to Bobby's experience.

[therewaslife]

"She doesn't want me anymore, Bobby," Bod said, shaking his head and sighing. "I wish she did but she doesn't and I can't keep trying when she's made herself clear."