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[tornadoed]

how do they know? did they go back?

[ she doesn't like the idea of it at all

doesn't like the notion of leaving silvester behind. of not having it be her choice to leave or stay ]

[scarecrowed]

she didn't experience it herself. I believe it happened to someone close to her.

are you alright?

[ do you need me right now, is what he wants to ask, but then maybe she wants to seek comfort in someone else. maybe he's just the bearer of bad news here. ]

[tornadoed]

but she's sure?

yeah
i guess

[ is she? she isn't actually sure what she is ]

[scarecrowed]

I doubt she would have felt as badly as she did about me finding out if she hadn't been sure

would you rather have not known?

[tornadoed]

no
maybe
i don't know

i think it's better to know, right?

[ and then, almost a full minute later ]

are YOU okay

[scarecrowed]

you'd think I'd be used to this by now

[ That's not an answer to her question... or maybe it is in his own way. ]

[tornadoed]

[ if they leave here, they'll lose all memories of how far they've come here, the sex and the truce and —

everything.

(it's still sinking in.) ]

so you're not okay

[scarecrowed]

no, but that's not important

whether you are is

[tornadoed]

lucas
you matter, too

[scarecrowed]

you really think that? after everything that's happened?

[tornadoed]

[ it takes her a second to answer, to make sense of the squirming mess of emotion in her stomach, her chest, but ]

yeah

[scarecrowed]

why?

[tornadoed]

i just do

[scarecrowed]

I hope one day we don't have regrets about what we should have said to each other before one of us is gone and it's too late

[tornadoed]

[ will she regret asking? probably. would she regret not asking? also probably.

so: ]

like what?

[ what would you regret not saying, lucas? ]

[scarecrowed]

[ Lucas isn't falling into this trap of being honest first. It can't always be him putting his feelings out there. It only ever leaves him feeling like a fool when she pulls away from him. ]

I'll leave that answer to your imagination

[tornadoed]

[ for a long while, dorothy doesn't know what to respond, whether to respond at all.

(it isn't fair to him. it isn't fair to her, either. none of this is fair; none of what happened was.)

eventually: ]

want to get a drink?

[scarecrowed]

[ That offer surprises him. ]

you're not put off by what happened last time?

[tornadoed]

[ put off? — ] no

[scarecrowed]

then I'd like to go for a drink with you

[ He doesn't care about the drink. He cares about seeing her. ]

the same place?

[tornadoed]

yeah, that works for me
when?

[scarecrowed]

[ He'd reply now please but they probably both need time to prepare to see each other again. ]

tonight?

[tornadoed]

mind if i bring silvester?

[scarecrowed]

only if he doesn't steal my clothes again

[tornadoed]

[ did you want her to think about you naked because that's exactly what she's doing now

so it takes a second before she responds ]

if you keep them on, he won't be able to

[ sending that without overthinking it, yep ]