* honey and wildfire.

Seb was never going to deny for a second that what he was doing right now was incredibly dorky, but apparently that was just something to couldn’t stop. If it brought a smile to somebody’s face, how could he not? “Yeah, well,” he mused lightly, dropping it back down again a moment later with a laugh. As soon as she’d settled into the booth with him, he leant forwards slightly, was about to say something else, but was interrupted by her blatant disappointment. “I’ve been here for three minutes, what do you want from me?” he questioned, brows lifting. “And I would never do that…” words semi-serious now, because he wouldn’t, halloumi fries or no halloumi fries.

Morgan smiled despite herself, folding the napkin in half and placing it on the table with a shake of her head. Sebastian was always making her smile. That was how she remembered him after he first left Silverlake for Princeton, then Australia and then to travel the rest of the world. Morgan had been happy for him, but there hadn't been a second that she hadn't missed Sebastian's terrible jokes and his sense of adventure. Morgan wished she could be more like him —— carefree and weightless. "Three whole minutes?" Morgan says with mock surprise, mouth agape for dramatic effect before a smirk tugs at her lips.

"Seriously though have you tried the halloumi fries here? They come with a spicy mango salsa dip and it's life changing."

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"Yes but I can't tell you any of those things because then they wouldn’t fall under the category of 'Things I've Never Told Anybody' anymore."

Callie had effectively bled out onto the stage, each uncomfortable glance downward coming with the catharsis that it made people uncomfortable. They should be uncomfortable. Cheating was fucking uncomfortable. Lying was fucking uncomfortable. She was uncomfortable. Every minute she walked around before she left, was a broken heart and a barbwire enema. This crowd could take a taste of it for four fucking minutes. 

And when she stepped off, she smiled at the couple who couldn’t meet her eye. That’s how she didn’t see the small blonde approach. To busy wrapped up in what little satisfaction she could grab to notice her ex-future-sister-in-law. 

That was, the words start to leave Morgan’s lips and Callie readies herself for whatever comes next. Bowie was her brother, even if he was her lying cheatin’ prick of a brother. What was she going to say? Rude? Brash? A bitch move? Unhinged? All applied surely, Callie just couldn’t bring herself to feel bad about it when her brother had slipped head first into someone’s cervix. 

Honestly, Morgan speaks. And she thinks, come on Morgan. Lay it on me. Show me how the Shores stick together. Show me every ounce of loyalty afforded to everyone else but me. 

She doesn’t. 

Instead she says hello, and Callie’s heart can’t help but unthaw the place his sisters held in it. “Hey kiddo.”

“How’s volleyball been, coach forgive me yet for teaching you how to spike it into someone’s nose?”

What was she thinking? Callie didn't want to see her —— never mind speak to her —— and why would she? Bowie had blown up their relationship as well as her life in the process. The last person Morgan imagined that Calliope Winters wanted to see right now, after pouring every ounce of her anger, bitterness and pain into her song was the sister of the author of all of her pain.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, Morgan considers apologising to Callie before she can tell her to go screw herself, to leave her alone, to never speak to her again. Morgan wouldn't fault her for any of it. She doesn't do that though, instead, she softens and says those two words she always greeted her with when she was engaged to Bowie.

Hey, Kiddo.

"I don't think Coach will ever forgive you for that after I nearly spiked it into his nose," Morgan lets out a soft chuckle, shaking her head though it sounds more unsteady than she would have liked. She feels her stomach lurch as if riding a rollercoaster that was reaching its peak and about to nosedive towards the earth, something like shame sinking into the pit of her stomach at ever thinking Callie would be anything other than kind to her. 

morgan: and yet you still aren't here

morgan: i love you but your lack of time management is giving me hives

robin: i will come when i am done getting ready

robin: excuse me?

robin: i made a cotour ballgown in two days on PR and you wanna tell me i have a lack of time management?

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morgan: ETA?

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Jimmy hadn’t noticed the gift bags until Morgan mentioned it, and he smiled. “Aw, you can pop them down on the chair. Do you want to show them what you got?”

He smiled back down at the twins and stepped back, offering Morgan the opportunity to put her hand in and say hello. “Probably another month or so. Elsie’s still being monitored for her heart and they’re both on CPAP right now. Until they can breathe without help they’ll be here, but they’re doing good. They’re stable and gaining weight and right now that’s the most important thing.”

“I know… things have been difficult. You don’t understand how much it means to me that you’re here right now.” Jimmy put his arm around Morgan’s shoulder, squeezed her tight into him. It really did mean the world to him. Any time one of his children chose to be around him, it meant a lot. It gave him hope when he didn’t have any.

“Do you want to hold one of them?”

She moves around the side of the incubators to place the gift bags on the chair and wonders how much time her father has spent sat in that chair, watching over his youngest children as they slept; hooked up to a range of machines with wires and tubes, playing the role of the doting father. There’s a pang of jealous bitterness pressing beneath her ribs. Sharp and unforgiving. Albie and Elise won’t ever know the Jimmy that gambled away her future, swore Robin to a secret that nearly killed her and ruined Bowie’s friendship with Holland. 

 ( He’s better now. They’ll get the version of Jimmy that Morgan always dreamed of. )

Morgan pushes the gift bags against the back of the chair, perching herself on the edge of the seat and folding her hands in her lap. She gives a solemn nod as he explains how Elsie’s heart still needs further monitoring, that both Elsie and Albie still aren’t breathing on their own but they’re as good as can be. Stable, he says, but they don’t look stable to Morgan. Elsie and Albie, her brother and sister, look breakable. She’s surprised to find that she’s blinking back tears, wiping them away with the sleeve of her sweater as she rises from the chair to join Jimmy by his side, leaning against him with her head rested on his shoulder.

“You gotta watch the edibles.” Mari felt bad for them, “the memes are real, they do hit different.” She remembered her first time eating edibles, thankfully she didn’t call for emergency services, but it had been a trip. “What’s good entirely depends on what you’re looking for. If you’re inexperienced you’re going to have to shop around for a bit. I prefer Blue Dream, but that’s just me. Basically there’s three ‘main’ strands. Sativi, Indica, and Hybrid. They all have different… flavors so to speak.” Flavors was probably the wrong word, but the technical term escaped her at the moment. She started explaining which weed strands correlated to what she was explaining. “So if you’re new to this all, I’m gonna suggest blue dream. It might be a little strong for you… Sour Tsunami will relieve stress without leaving you straight stoned out the gate.”