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Daddy why are they fighting?

They're not fighting, they're just... having a disagreement. A little misunderstanding, is all.

He takes a slow breath and then: "What's going on with you and Jor?"

After a little pause, he sweetly starts again, “George…” quiet, cautious in his inquiry. Jor’s hands reach his partner’s, wanting to connect, “Would you say yes?…Would you marry me?”

"Marry you... hypothetically or, you know--actually?" He pauses, but not long enough to give any doubt: "Because the answer's the same for both." The addition comes with a bright, cockeyed smile.

--Is it going to bite me?

"—-Yes. Because whether or not I exaggerated how many times you’ve come back is the real point," she deadpans, a shake of her head following the statement before brown eyes move back down to her shoes, arms crossing across her chest as if maybe that’ll be the thing that helps hold her together through all of this. Because really if this keeps on, Allie knows she’ll give into anything partly from hating how much he’s hurting. "Oh George," his name falls off of her lips like a prayer and before Allie can register her movements she’s crossed the room to him, a palm resting upon his cheek as she tries to look into his eyes as best she can. "I never gave up on you, I just—, I gave up on us. You and I, we were foolish to think this was going to work. But we gave it our best effort and that’s the best we could have done. It was good while it lasted, but love, sometimes there are no-win scenarios.” We’re in one.

"I don't...  understand how you can give up on us but not on me too. I'm apart of us. Us, what we are now--or what we were trying to be... we can try to go back to what it was before, but it's gonna kill me, Allie." He finishes with hitching breath and trailing voice. "I'll waste away. Because you're all I have anymore and I don't feel... lost, with you."

"You know, that was one of the hardest things I had to deal with in the Alliance — sometimes you have to admit when you can’t win. You have to take the loss knowing you’ve tried your damnedest which is what I’ve done." There’s a sinking feeling in the former Commander’s stomach as she speaks, wondering if this is how their last conversation is going to go. Part of her wants to forgive him, wants to take him back without any argument but she knows it’ll only be a matter of time before he’s gone again. And that thought is what propels her to give up.

And then his heart catches in his throat at his next thought, when she finishes speaking. "I don't believe in no-win scenarios," George barely gets out. "Not when it doesn't look like there's an option to be had or--or, even when I fuck up so tremendously people... give up on me." Head shaking, he takes a sharp breath. "Allie--I'm sorry."