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the gym; monday afternoon

After a long weekend, Flick felt like the gym was a necessity. After how said long weekend had gone, it had become imperative. He'd been in there each day and today was no different. Wasn't like he had anything else to do today, was it? Maybe it was good that he was down there since he'd just gotten progressively moodier as each day passed.

Hitting things generally helped sort that out. Not entirely but, for a little while, it gave him something else to focus on. Plus, maybe it'd help him work off some of that turkey and stuffing Joi had sent him home with. He was still eating it since she'd given him what seemed like an unending bowl of food. Not that he was complaining.

Nope, he was just going to beat the hell out of a heavy bag and maybe spend some time running laps around the gym. Or maybe he'd just beat the hell out of the heavy bag and go back to his room and be moody some more.

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"I want to be happy."

A quest that was proving laughably hard at times, lately. Which was all the more agonizing because how she did actually manage happiness sometimes. Hell, she'd been happy before this fight had erupted on Friday.

Flick nodded.

"Yeah? So do I but I've felt like shit for several days now so I'm just going to wallow in that for awhile. See where it takes me."

That was just his anger and helplessness talking, unfortunately.

Isabelle glared at him. That was her anger and helplessness reacting. There was some hurt in it, too, for good measure.

She moved to stalk past him. "Okay, you do that."

Flick tried to snag her arm to stop her because he was either really brave or just really stupid.

"I don't know what you want from me!" he said, raising his voice again. "I can't seem to ever get it right!"

Brave and stupid weren't mutually exclusive. Isabelle should know. Both were a condition that ran rampant among her people.

He didn't lose a hand, and she stopped, so it had worked in his favor this once. Although she was still glaring. "I want to be reassured, you idiot! I'm scared."

"Isabelle, I'm not planning on leaving you or dumping you or doing anything that might end this," he told her, shaking his head and keeping a hold on her arm. "The situation between you and I is so different than what went on between me and Joi. I'm different! Just because it happened to her and I does not mean it's going to happen here! It won't!"

He sounded firm about that. Positive.

"You need to trust me, Isabelle," he continued. "You need to believe that I'm in this for the duration! I love you! I'm in love with you. And yes, I was the same way with Joi but this is different. You have to believe that it's different and trust me!"

"But it's not just about you!" Isabelle snapped. "Yes, things are different for us. I'm the one who's going to be away a lot."

The likely dark times would be coming from her direction.

"I'm not going to sniffing around other girls when you're gone!" Flick told her. "I'm not a cheater!"

Isabelle made a frustrated noise at him.

"By the Angel, Flick, I trust you!" she snapped again, frustrated and anxious. "I don't think you're unfaithful or stupid enough to cheat on me! But one of the reasons you broke up was that there was distance and distraction, and I know we're different but those are still huge things and they will be there for us, too."

"So, what do you want to do?" he asked heatedly. "What should we do in this situation, Isabelle?"

"I don't know."

Not yelling at each other would probably have been a good suggestion, but it wasn't really coming to her.

"I've never done this before!"

"If the those things are there for us, then we'll deal with it," Flick told her, still exasperated. "Will it suck and be hard? Yes but you need to believe that we are different. That things can be different and be dealt with!"

"I know we're different."

But it was all tangled up in her head. She hadn't freaked out over him calling her his girlfriend, so guess it had had to go somewhere else instead.

"I don't know what else to do," he said and now he sounded exhausted. "I'm desperately in love with you but I don't know what other reassurance I can give. I've given you everything, Isabelle."

Isabelle disagreed with him on that, somewhat, but didn't voice that. Instead, she asked, "You're desperately in love with me?"

"Yes," Flick exhaled. "I trust you with my life, I've given you my heart, you know all the nasty things about me. I'm giving everything."

Isabelle seemed to deflate. She didn't look angry anymore. More sad, really.

"I'm sorry."

Flick let her arm go and pulled his hand back, head bowed. He shook his head.

"It's all right."

"No it's not," she said, shaking her head. "Stop saying that. You know it's not all right and I know it's not all right."

Flick sighed and rubbed his face. "Okay. I don't know what else you want me to do. I won't say that anymore."

Isabelle re-coiled her whip. It was her way of fidgeting, really. "I don't think I give you as much as you give to me."

Flick rubbed the back of his neck. "You give what you can. You can only give what you want to give."

Isabelle reached out and put her hand on his arm, now. "I'm trying," she said. "And don't say that's all right. I don't think it is."

"I know you're trying," he sighed, eyes closed. "I know."

Isabelle pulled her hand back, and set her weapons on the floor.

Then she stepped closer to him. "Hug me?"

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