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Your beer come up suddenly missing?

Yeah. Probably not ghosts taking it, though. After seven, I don't remember how many I drank the night before.

Too much drinking?

Not enough, I'm thinking.

Talkin’ about more than just wants though, sweetheart. Talkin’ about purpose. He’s still ridin’ high now, but I’m just… worried.

Maybe you're his purpose.

Nah, got exactly what he wanted. Helped him do it. It was a beautiful thing, sweetheart. Just worried about him now is all.

You spend two hundred years, only wantin’ one thing, what’re you supposed to do with yourself once you get it?

I don't believe there's nothing he wants.

Well, guess the long and short of it is my roommate’s a drug addict who won’t quit, my brother’s got what he always wanted and now he doesn’t have the first clue what to do with himself, and my ex-girlfriend’s back and living in the same house as me. Pretty much sums it up.

[Anna couldn't help but hang on the ex-girlfriend comment, but she tried to let that one be the last, if she even brought it up. It was about him, anyway, and it bothered him if he said it to her.]

How much do you honestly wanna know?

All of it.

Havin’ that conversation with you.

Which... one is that?

Don’t seem right.

What doesn't seem right?

Lotta things, sweetheart. Most of ‘em in my head.

Shit, sweetheart, I don’t know. Don’t fuckin’ know anything.

Think it will for one of us, yeah.

Which one of us is that?

This shit doesn’t usually end well for me.

You think this is gonna end badly?

Nah, sweetheart. No subtext. Just don’t think it’s true.

I think it is. [She purses her lips, her smile faltering. Maybe that self-esteem thing was really a problem with him.]

[Cormac snorted at the words, shaking his head.] Yeah, sure. Any girl I want. [He turned his attention back to his cigarette, taking a heavy drag off it and wishing the pack at his feet wasn’t empty.]

[He smiles back, shaking his head as he looks down at the ground. His fingers curl around hers, thumb tracing over her knuckles.] Yeah, what can I say, it’s a blessing and a curse.

[He snorts before he reaches over and takes her hand with his left, the cigarette still in his right. He presses his mouth against her knuckles before looking back at her face.] What am I trying to fix?