For Joan

Jun. 24th, 2021 07:33 pm
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Continued from here.

(warnings: sexytimes. also, panic attacks, brutal violence, attempted murder, discussion of suicide and actual murder... )

Date: 2021-07-10 03:46 pm (UTC)
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She doesn't tell him about having gotten right to the door before balking upon seeing how happy Ted was with Henry and Michelle. She's disappointed with herself for not knowing that Ted loved her, and doesn't want him to feel bad about the chance so narrowly missed.

"That's definitely true," she agrees. It had not been the easiest of times for anyone. Throwing in a difficult situation like introducing a new girlfriend would have been suboptimal, to say the least.

Date: 2021-07-10 03:59 pm (UTC)
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"That is an excellent point," she says. "Maybe everything worked out for the best." She smiles, thinking of Leibniz. "The best of all possible worlds."

Date: 2021-07-10 04:18 pm (UTC)
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"I'd like that," she answers just as softly. She wishes she could be there with him, especially tonight, but this will have to do.

"I love you, Ted," she murmurs.

Date: 2021-07-10 04:28 pm (UTC)
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She laughs softly. "Right." She smiles playfully. "Gottfried."

Date: 2021-07-10 04:48 pm (UTC)
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She smiles. "Leibniz," she repeats gently. She can hear his voice getting sleepier, and her voice gets softer, to help ease him into sleep. "I'm right here," she assures him. She can imagine it's hard to be alone after what he's been through.

Date: 2021-07-10 05:06 pm (UTC)
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He goes quiet, and Joan can just barely hear his breath, slow and soft. She smiles sadly, missing him so much. She waits, listening to him breathe, making sure that he's asleep before she hangs up.

"I love you," she whispers once more, hoping his subconscious hears her.

She ends the call, then presses the phone to her chest, staring up at the ceiling, her heart aching.

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