ghostthatlingers | Sanctum IC Contact

That makes two of us. [And it's almost comforting to know that.]

I'm not going to harass your boyfriend if that's what you're worried about. I do have to work with him.

Really? You really think that's what I'm worried about?

More concerned you broke your silence with him to talk to him at all. Didn't seem like you.

I don't know why I did it. It felt like something that needed to be done at the time and then it blew up.

I didn't expect Church to get himself involved in it.

Yeah, well maybe best we all forget about it then, huh?

Yeah, fine.

[It wasn't her finest moment and having to face Church after that hadn't made it a memory to cherish. Even with that coming out, nothing ultimately changed. Whiskey still pissed her off and she was with Church, for better or worse.

She lets that text hang for a few minutes before sending another, a question she has no business asking, but she wants to know the answer to.]

You're happy with him?

You asking because you care or because you're interested in when to book seats to the crash and burn?

Ha ha. Funny. Because I care, asshole.

Maybe.

He maybe makes you happy? Do I need to kick his ass until that becomes a yes?

Nah, it's not like that.

You ever been happy, Tex?

Sometimes. I try not to smile too much, it sets my platoon on edge.

You?

Not sure. Maybe.

Even back home?

I think so, at one point.

Look. It doesn't really mean anything. I like him. That's the same thing.

Not really.

You like him, but he doesn't make you happy?

Happiness is a complicated emotion, okay. If you mean like the way I feel when I order a vanilla icecream cone, sure. He does that.

I didn't realize ordering ice cream got you that excited.

I'm talking about

The fuck are we talking about? Seriously. Quit asking weird questions. I enjoy it. We can leave it there.

Your boyfriend know it's me?

I knew what you were talking about, I was joking. [That thing she so rarely does.]

Yeah, he figured it out, but he didn't say anything about it.

There's still something wrong with you, isn't there? [Two can play that game, look!]

Should I worry about a stray bullet in my back?

There's plenty wrong with me and the rest of us in this damn city. I wouldn't be surprised if that was part of the criteria for dragging us here.

And no. If he tries, then he's aiming at the wrong person if he wants to be pissed off about it.

Okay. Seriously. You're admitting you're fucked up and that you fucked up, what's wrong with you?

You're reading way too damn much into what I'm saying.

I thought you realized I was fucked up about the time you found out I was an AI. There wasn't a happy creation story involved there. And yeah, I fucked up when I chose to cheat. That's not something he should blame you for.

Or are we having two separate conversations now?

Oh trust me, Tex. I know you're fucked up. Just surprised to see you admitting it.

Yeah, well. Jealous lovers do crazy shit sometimes.

So what happens with us? Are you banned from me?

[She rolls her eyes at the first part. Even she's not stubborn enough to say she's perfectly normal.]

He's not going to do anything. I doubt you two will even see each other since you're not on base anymore.

And no, I'm not 'banned.' What about you? How pissed off is Whiskey at me?

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