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[since_1997]

It's been about a week, and it's been the worst almost week of Paul's life. It's even worse thanw ehn eh first arrived here. It's worse because that first week, he couldn't get back to Robin and he knew it; right now, he knows that Tom's right within reach. Fresh from the clinic, he collapses on the bed in Rizzo's room, kicking off his shoes

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[first_pink_lady]

Her room in the Boarding House wasn't nearly as much of a mess as her room back home, but that was more due to with a general lack of junk than natural inclination. Still, it was somewhat of an indication how sweet she was on Paul - he was her best goddamn friend here, for crissakes - that she'd cleaned up some of the mess for him when he'd gone off to the clinic. Or, alright, at least shoved it aside and into the closet. That fucking counted, though.

She'd been off at the compound, getting some grub and staving off boredom, but she knew Paul's schedule. She closed her door behind her, not particularly suprised to see him wadded up into a ball of pathetic dejection. Still, when she climbed up onto the bed and plunked his legs down on her lap, she ain't anything but suspiciously nice.

"Hey there, sweetheart. Did someone make it your lucky day and get hurt or sick?"

[since_1997]

He opens his eyes and looks up at her, one arm draped across his forehead, his legs across her lap. He rubs his eyes with one hand.

"Really quiet day," he says, voice rough. He misses sounding like himself. "Everything okay with you?"

[first_pink_lady]

"Damn inconsiderate of them." She said lightly, leaning back against the wall behind her. "Hunky-dory. 'cept I got this friend, you see, helluva guy, but looks like his dog keeps gettin' run over by the chevy next door." She whirled her finger in a lazy circle. "Again and again. And I gotta say, honey, it's breakin' my fuckin' heart."

[since_1997]

He gives her the flattest look that he can manage, but he quickly finds a smile for her too. It's not much, but it's something. He sits up, shifts until he can lean against her shoulder.

"I don't know, Betty. I miss him."