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6:05pm, sms to: buck. » just warning you, i'll probably try and make you sing whitney houston with me.

( sms : ritter 🔥 ) it'll end in something way worse than whitney

" mmm, " she hums in agreement, doing her best to suppress the amused smile that tugs at her lips. something about the way he says it makes her think this runs a little deeper than losing a friend, but that's his business. ultimately, she's glad to see one of their most frequent-flying patients here for reasons unrelated to his immediate life-threatening peril. but this issue with his blood thinners and not going back to work and the lawsuit... it's clearly weighing on him. she extends the pudding cup to him with what she hopes is an understanding and comforting half-smile. " fate can be a cruel mistress, " she murmurs, taking the seat next to him. " so you can't talk to him right now because of the lawsuit... is there some other way you could let him know you still care? that this all isn't going the way you expected? "

he accepts the pudding cup with a grateful smile, though he only runs his fingers over the edge, lost in his own thoughts; eyes resting against his boots. " fate is bullshit. " bitterness creeps into his tone, sighing, a small sheepish smile following soon after. " sorry. it just sucks, you know ? " he'd thought he was doing the right thing with all of this, but the lawyer... he'd used stuff he'd thought had been spoken in confidence, stuff he hadn't agreed to. things that hurt the people he cared about most. " i don't know how to do that. i can't see him, talk to him... or -- or chris... " for a moment, he allows his fear to swallow everything else, lids fluttering closed, drawing in a ragged breath, fingers curling to a fist at his side. " this is a mess, harls. "

( sms -> meu amor 💙 ) bribes ? you won't do this out of the good of your heart ? 🙁 ( sms -> meu amor 💙 ) i was only going to ask if we could have dinner at mine tonight instead of yours ... ( sms -> meu amor 💙 ) extra early start tomorrow 😴

( sms : lu ) : i was hoping to have the morning with you though :(

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[ imessage : buckaroo ] break the speed limit of you have to... just please save me!

" leia ? okay listen, i know you're on a date and i didn't want to interrupt but your brother is like... freaking out, man ! " holding the phone away from his cheek, he creates some muffled sounds that could pass as someone else shouting in anger, allowing panic to slip into his tone. " can i come pick you up ? he won't listen to me ! "