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[There's the sound of a crash, and a crunch, and then buttonmashing]

Matt! I think this bloody thing broke! I'm tryin' to record me bleedin' message and...

Oh, I think...oh shite.

Uh. Hey. This is Eden. Leave one. If yeh want.

Matt how do I get this bloody thing to shut off?

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Eoin?

...hey.

[two seconds in and already there's one of those pauses]

I guess we should talk.

....in person? Or on the phone?

Either. ... I'm free if you are.

Come by me flat.

Fifteen minutes.

[She's sitting, barefoot, on the stoop in front of the door to the building]

[And exactly on time, here he comes, gun in hand as it has been since the moment he left his apartment. He stops a few feet away from her, standing in silence for now]

Plannin' on shootin' me?

[But it's a joke.]

I don't know. Are you planning on taking a swing at me again?

[It isn't tucked away, but it's clearly not much of a threat right then]

No.

I'm not goin' to punch yeh.

Sometimes I wouldn't blame you if you did.

[He leans against the wall of the building, looking ahead for now]

How've you been?

Yeah, well. I don' have the energy today.

[She leans her head back]

Things have been a bit of shite.

Same reasons as before, or...

[...the few bits and pieces he'd skimmed off the network]

Will yeh sit down? It hurts me neck to look at yeh.

[She crosses her arms]

Things. Things are shite. Jamie's back and suicidal. I got fuckin' told off by a perky fuckin' cheerleader. I got attacked by a fuckin' clump of hair.

[She mumbles something in Gaelic, too]

[It takes a few moments before he slides down in to a crouch. That's as far as he'll go for now. As for the talk of suicide, that keeps him from answering for a while.]

You can't change how people act. And you got away from the hair.

[He's trying for logic here]

Look, Eoin...if he asked me for the gun to shoot himself in the bleedin' head, I'd give it to him. He's got a right to kill himself if he fuckin' wants.

And yeh're not very good at cheerin' people up.

There's a difference between agreeing to give him that choice and saying it wide out in the open where people who give a damn about him can see.

[He stares at his own gun for a moment]

Did you want me to try and cheer you up, or did you want me to tell you the truth?

Yeah, well fuck 'em. I'll never in me whole life hide me opinion, never, ever again.

[she slides her hands into her hair]

I want yeh to tell me what yeh want from me, Eoin. I don' want to talk about Jamie or Claire or Rictor.

[And back to the parts he didn't like.]

What do you expect me to say? Things are complicated, and the more we try to talk about it, the worse things get.

I'm sorry.

[That's all she says. She gathers her legs up to her chest.]

[He just shakes his head at that, before looking around. Eventually he stands up again, and moves to stand in front of Eden.]

Any empty apartment on the ground floor. We'll talk properly.

[Namely, anywhere away from prying eyes and ears]

[She stands and opens the door and leads him to an apartment that isn't empty, but has a mattress that might look familiar and a whole lot of boxes]

Here.

[There's a brief moment of deja-vu, even if this set-up was last seen far away from this apartment. He glances briefly to Eden, before heading inside.]

I was wondering where you'd put all this.

[Give him time. The conversation would go back soon enough]

[phonecall] /ninjas online again

[phonecall] icu

[phonecall] D= my stealth skills failed?

[phonecall] IT'S OKAY. ilu

[phonecall] I SHOULD HOPE SO TOO

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