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[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[abrightboy]

Have you scheduled the mediation with Jedao?

[themostfun]

The way you dance in the light. The way you move, the lines you trace, the shapes you make.

[ Shut up, let her wax poetic about waveforms and relativity ans music. ]

I don't believe in soulmates, but the ripples in your wake? I'll recognize them. I'll know what they mean.

[cactusy]

I don't get it.

[It's not meant as a dismissal - it's not a You're wrong, or an I think you're full of shit. But all the same...]

What makes my, uh, ripples so special that you'd be able to pick them out like that?

[themostfun]

[ Hm. How to word it? ]

The way they harmonize with mine. It's like they dance. Their differences make a beautiful whole.

[cactusy]

And you could seriously tell that from the second you met me?

[themostfun]

I had a hunch. Spent more time with you to confirm it. It's... like how you get along with someone from the moment you meet them, and then you get to know them, and it only gets better.

[ Gosh but it's hard to describe feelings that she just... feels. In her bones, in her cells, the electrical activity in her brain. ]

[cactusy]

And it didn't bother you a bit that I couldn't stand you.

[She says it wryly, moving her other hand up to give Root's cheek a stroke. ]

You drove me crazy.

[cactusy]

Not yet; he wanted to talk to you first.

Weird-ass breach, huh.

[abrightboy]

I've talked to him since I agreed to your proposal.

It wasn't the weirdest one, but yeah. Look, don't worry, I'm not going to be... trying to horn in on your thing with Eiffel and Neal.

[cactusy]

You're self-sabotaging again. Different methods, same result.

[abrightboy]

...What?

[cactusy]

If someone actually tells you to buzz off, that's one thing, but what's the point in being all defeatist about it and coming into a conversation assuming that's what's about to happen?

[abrightboy]

I thought of it more as deduction than defeatism. I mean, I didn't exactly get the welcome package with my walkie talkie and cool nickname.

[cactusy]

You don't form relationships by looking at ones that already exist and trying to copy them like a pattern, you do your own thing. Forge some new territory, Bright.

[abrightboy]

…That’s what the group does. How do I be in the group in a different way than how everyone else is in the group?

[cactusy]

Hold on, are you picturing us as the popular kids sitting at the lunch table or something? We are not the Plastics, Malcolm Bright.

[abrightboy]

You’re in a group with its own rituals and you chastised me for saying I wasn’t going to try to awkwardly insert myself in them and now you’re chastising me for suggesting that being part of a group means being included in its rituals. How do I fit in the group if I’m not part of it? I don’t, is the answer, and I’m okay with that. It’s not self-sabotaging; it’s understanding what not being invited to the lunch table or birthday party or company bowling team or whatever it is looks like and I know what that looks like. Nobody says you can be on the bowling team - of course you can - just don’t ask why everyone else gets a shirt and you don’t.

[cactusy]

Rituals? We're not a cult, either.

[abrightboy]

[It must be nice to really not understand this concept. He gives up, like he’s started doing with her. Peace over being heard or perceived. The facade of getting along, like plywood buildings in a Western.]

Okay. Good point. Fair point.

[cactusy]

Seriously, Bright, you're overthinking it. You're overthinking it and oversimplifying it, at the same time. We're-- I dunno. They're my best friends, but Caffrey's best friend is you and Eiffel's best friends are Hakkai and Jedao. I hang out at Eiffel's a lot more than I hang out at Caffrey's, and Caffrey isn't keeping score or figuring that I've kicked him out of some mythical group.

This stuff's more porous than you think, is all I'm saying.

[abrightboy]

[If they did kick him out, they’d probably call him on his walkie-talkie using his cool nickname to let him know he wasn’t invited to movie night anymore.]

That’s probably what it is. Yeah.

[cactusy]

Yeah. So are we gonna talk about the breach or what.

[abrightboy]

Sure. What about it?

[cactusy]

I dunno.

[Super helpful, Shaw.]

Did you get the girl?

[abrightboy]

She asked me to teach her how to play that card game. So I guess we had a date? But the Breach ended, so… no. But if it had gone on… maybe eventually?