(Abby is trying to construct the timeline in her head, but only for a moment. She gives up quickly. The Granitefell thing... that is actual romance. Just hearing it makes her feel kinda funny, it's so private, like something out of a book. She doesn't know what to say for a moment; before she was reacting to something almost insubstantial and now, suddenly, it's a whole thing. It's I love you and it was unbearable when you died at Granitefell, what the hell.)
(Abby so wants to know more about all of that, but she is savvy enough to know it isn't the right time to be asking about it. Maybe later, maybe never, doesn't really matter. She's started walking again as she talks, by the way, to keep her muscles warm.)
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So — a spring wedding?
(this is what you get)
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Lexie had to keep me drunk enough not to run and not so drunk I fell over at the last one.
( had to tell her she's allowed to let her heart stop hurting, too; that she's allowed this. )
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Are you guys gonna go public?
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Bit much.
I wanted to tell you. Lexie. Loxley, so he can tell me he told me so for all the times he's told me to stop being dramatic and unkind to myself.
Maybe not Loxley, ( mostly a joke. )
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You should tell Loxley. I'm glad you told me.
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I'm glad we're— tell each other these things friends. It means a great deal to me.
( it's important abby know that. )
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Yeah. Me too.
It's really fun.
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We can have fun here. Sometimes.
( amidst
... everything. )
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I'm going. I'll return himself to the infirmary in perfect working order.
See you.
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