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 Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:28 pm
"Yeah... yeah, maybe..." He swallowed, "Um. Thanks again. For talking to me about um. All this. I.. I do feel better." A forced smile and he stopped playing to push his glasses up his nose. "A... a little silly but... better."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:31 pm
"I'm glad," Jordan said, more seriously. "I'm sorry I've been - " he hesitated, settled on a word, " - distant. Glad we're still okay, though. You're a good friend."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 10:43 pm
"Yeah... yeah it's... um... understandable," He fidgeted with the tuners on the guitar, his face going red as he huddled down further, "I'm sorry for... for my part in... um. All that. I um. I didn't mean to... to... I mean the last thing I wanted was... was for things to be um. Weird with us." And it had been lonely with Jordan keeping his distance and Candace keeping her's.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:06 pm
"It's okay." Jordan ran a hand through his hair and looked sheepish. "In a weird way it helped. Knowing for sure, you know." He propped his elbows on his knees and leaned on them. "Mostly I just want you to be okay and hopefully happy. That'd be the same even if I'd never - er - had feelings."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:14 pm
"It means a lot... all of it," He swallowed, "I um. Was never really popular... back home. It's odd... um. F-feeling um. Wanted. Like that." Not that Candace wanted him, strictly. Collect him, he supposed. But she had H and H was very alive and kicking and doing her well, it seemed.
And Sasha needed his support anyway, regardless of... intentions.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:19 pm
"At least it's a good odd." Jordan quirked a smile. "Anyway, seriously dude, if you don't go get that leg checked I'm siccing Sunny on you." The glare that accompanied the statement was more amiable than threatening.
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:31 pm
Jerry's face went red and he hid behind his guitar, "I... I'm s-sure just... some r-rest and... c-care it'll get better-etter on it's own..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 28, 2012 11:48 pm
With a groan, he switched the strap on his guitar to hang it from his back, and stuffed Sasha's box into his pocket. He could give it to her once he was properly patched up, he supposed. "Y-yes, sir," He sighed, easing himself to his feet carefully. "Damn... Hellponies, right? Ahahahaha..."
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