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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?

[BEEP]

1 -> TEXTS
2 -> VOICEMAIL
3 -> PAGE

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You don't. [There's a pause, like maybe he means he thinks she doesn't want to know, but he picks it up with a slight shake of his head, too-long hair falling back over his face.] All of us end up pretty bruised, though.

I'm not sorry.

[She says it, quiet, hands on his face]

Nothing to be sorry about.

Boyo.

[She doesn't say a word]

So, Moore, does he know? The one here?

Dunno,

[he says with a shrug, pulling back a bit. Just enough to grab his beer. He's still wearing the cuff she gave him an age ago, the leather near blackened, the design almost wholly worn away.]

Have to ask him.

Where are you staying?

[She reaches for a hand, to hold it, because maybe that will make this more real]

Dunno. Can't with you, figured someone's gotta have a room to let.

I'll find a place for you.

Still better than I deserve.

Boyo.

[She kisses him again]

You know that's not true.

Watch it, you'll make me jealous.

[She smiles]

He could use a bit of a scare.

Come on, boyo. I'll take you to a room, and we'll have a night, yeah?

Not sure you should leave Moore unattended.

Dewey's about. He can earn his keep by keeping Moore occupied.

[Dewey is probably more responsible, honestly.]

[It takes him a moment to remember the name, but he laughs when he does.]

I'll go home eventually.

Doesn't seem fair to any of us.

[All four of them. Three? Five?]

Are you really worried about that?

[She gives him a look. Like, well, it's up to you.]

[Weirdly, he feels worst about Moore. Not that the other man's been exactly gracious about sharing, but he's making some effort.]

Just stick around with me a while, yeah?

[He's not sure he wants to get over the guilt, but maybe he will.]

Yeah, all right.

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