[Rachel doesn't reply. She doesn't really know how, and the part of her that's still hurt he never got back to hers finds her childishly deciding not to answer his.
But it goes on long enough that she realizes if they keep at it, they might never talk again. So she swallows her pride and goes over to his house, knocking on the door. She steps back, hands into her coat pockets, and takes a deep breath.
She wants to hope for the better, but part of her's just dreading and expecting the worst.] Seth? It's... me.
[Seth is not expecting Rachel to show. He didn't expect a response, didn't expect anything at all, because she makes her decisions and she is final about them.
He knows that. He's lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, and he freezes at the sound of her voice. There is a part of him that urges him to stay, to stay put.
But the only reason that he can think that she'd be here is because something-- something bad is happening, which sends him quickly to his feet and then to the door, opening it quickly.] Rachel?
[Rachel should've known that would be the first conclusion he'd jump to, doesn't let herself think of the fact that if it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't have opened the door at all.
She swallows a little thickly and finds she's at a loss.]
I really hate when we're not talking to each other, so.
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But it goes on long enough that she realizes if they keep at it, they might never talk again. So she swallows her pride and goes over to his house, knocking on the door. She steps back, hands into her coat pockets, and takes a deep breath.
She wants to hope for the better, but part of her's just dreading and expecting the worst.] Seth? It's... me.
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He knows that. He's lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling, and he freezes at the sound of her voice. There is a part of him that urges him to stay, to stay put.
But the only reason that he can think that she'd be here is because something-- something bad is happening, which sends him quickly to his feet and then to the door, opening it quickly.] Rachel?
What's wrong?
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[Rachel should've known that would be the first conclusion he'd jump to, doesn't let herself think of the fact that if it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't have opened the door at all.
She swallows a little thickly and finds she's at a loss.]
I really hate when we're not talking to each other, so.
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It's going to happen anyway.
There'll come a day with another road, and there won't be room for him on that road. He looks down before he looks back up.]
I do too. I didn't... think I'd... hear from you.
[It's said very quietly but a small hint of what he's been feeling every moment that led up to this one.]
Do... you want to come in?
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