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What are you talking about? I'm at the store.

Are you serious doc just started bitching and whining and we need to talk about shit

[That is not a good sign. Shit. Her reply will take a few minutes because she might be checking over something on the network and fuck. Did that asshole seriously say that?]

I'm down the street. Can this wait until I get back?

Kinda dont want to do it ovr text thanks

Give me five.

[She'll get home, sans-groceries because suddenly anything she was going to buy is no longer important. The whole ride home the only thing on her mind is what the hell should she say to him. How much of Whiskey's bullshit did he believe? Partial bullshit.

This isn't how he should have heard of this and when she enters the house, she does so without a word. She doesn't know what to expect and it's better he starts off whatever conversation they need to have.]

[This is surreal and giving him an annoyingly nagging persistent headache. He's not stupid enough not to realize it's because he's gotten memories mixed up. And that makes his brain flip out. So while in some ways the information that she's been cheating on him doesn't seem new, it should. It should, and that she's done it here, while they were...somewhat happy, and mostly together, and house hunting? That feels pretty shitty.

So when she shows up, he's pacing. Running his hands through his hair. He doesn't want to believe Whiskey. But...he's surprised and unsurprised? It fucking sucks. Talk to your woman. What does he even say? They were never good at that.]

So. I'm guessing that you reacted this way means it's true. Or else you'd just roll your eyes and yell at me.

[She can't even look at him right now, instead staring at the wall beyond him. It isn't anything he's done, this is all her damn fault. The affair had been over for a while now and she had thought it could be swept under the rug, but apparently not.

When did things become such a mess? She should be making him happy, not fucking up everything they have here.]

Yeah, it is. If you want me to leave, I'll pack my shit up and go.

No, no, I don't want you to just go, okay? [That maybe came out sharper, maybe more desperate than he'd intended, but he never was good at ruling over his emotions. Church stops in his tracks, points at her, drops his hand again when he has nothing to say to go with the motion. Give him a moment.

Okay, yes, now he has something to say with another point.] I want to talk. And not because he said so. Were we apart at the time? Was it when we were fucking up with each other? Was it something I did, didn't do?

[She doesn't move and watches him from out of the corner of her eyes. Why couldn't he be angrier with her? That would make this so much easier to deal with.

There's a small frown as she shakes her head.] We were apart for some of it. You really want to go over all the details?

Some. Some of the details. Do I need to know who this guy is? [It hadn't really mattered in the before-that-didn't-happen.] Do I need to know him, and how long did it go on, and is it done, and when did it end?

It's over and you don't need to know who it is. [There's a long pause before she finally looks at him.]

The rest of the crap, I don't know how much of it you need to know. None of it makes a difference now.

Doesn't make a difference? [There's a smile of pure incredulity on his face.] Tex, you cheated on me. And, y'know what, I always feel like I've done this song and dance before, and I'm really trying to ignore that feeling, because I know that's unfair. It didn't happen. Whatever we've both done to each other in my own fucked up fucking head is just...fucked.

[He's not crazy. He's not drunk. He's just a little emotional, so his gesticulations are a little wilder than usual.] So, this means this is technically a first, and I feel like I got the right to ask some questions about it. Yeah, we've had rough patches. That fucking sucks. We always end up...getting the fuck over ourselves, right? We have a good thing going even through the shitty parts. Right? I'm not--I'm not crazy about that, right?

[She wants to turn around and walk out the door. It's something she's always been able to do, leave and come back when she wants to and she never thought she would miss that as much as she did now.

But she can't do that. This is her fault and clenches her fists, letting her nails dig into her palms to keep herself grounded. She's here and running away won't solve shit.]

I'm still here, aren't I? If I wanted to throw this [she vaguely gestures between the two of them] in the trash, I would have rubbed your nose in the whole thing instead of you finding out from that cockbite. I fucked up and if you want to ask a bunch of crap about it, go ahead. I'll answer.

Tex. I know we're shitty sometimes, but even when we were apart, I never thought about getting with anyone else. So what is it? If we have another falling out, are you gonna go find someone else?

That's not why I did it. [The words came out quicker and more harshly than she intended and takes a deep breathe to calm herself before continuing.]

I didn't start something because we were having trouble, but it didn't help things after you left me alone to deal with Omega. He didn't and I wanted to try something without a dead woman's ghost and her relationship hanging over my head to see how it'd go. I was curious. That's all, it's over with him.

[His face falls at the mention of ghost, and he looks away, swallowing. The Director fucked them both up, and he doesn't even have to be around for it to continue fucking them up.]

If it's over, I take it it didn't go well?

[There's a light snort.] What do you think? He's with that asshole you talked to.

...What.

......What.

[Okay, that isn't quite the reaction she expected.]

What's confusing?

You were seeing a guy who decided to get with Whiskey after you ditched him? That guy in the video? That guy?

Yes. That's the part you're getting hung up on?

Well, I figured you weren't going to just let me know who the motherfucker was! Besides, you're way prettier than Whiskey. Did...he dump you, or did you dump him? Oh god, did you tell him about me?

It's not like it matters who the fuck it was. [Hell, she's not even sure Church knows the man's name. And she's not going to touch the question about dumping.]

I didn't tell him shit about you and he didn't ask.

[But he wants to touch that question, Tex.] But did you end it or did he? Was...was he cheating on Whiskey? Was it mutual cheating?

[Ugh, why? It's an answer she knows he doesn't want to hear, but if he's going to insist...] He got with Whiskey when he broke things off, okay? It's been almost a month now.

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