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𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵. ([personal profile] carcajous) wrote in [community profile] diademooc 2025-05-29 08:55 pm (UTC)

[ He's not gonna pretend he hasn't been waiting for her to grab one, either. The idea she can't reach him—or anyone, really—if something happens hasn't sat right for the past couple days.

It's nothin'. She's somebody he knows. Just feels like he should keep an eye out.

He straightens up a little and takes her phone. ]
Yeah, sure.

[ He fiddles with the buttons, ends up in three wrong menus before he finds where the hell the contact list is. He hates these things. But he gets there in the end, punches in his number, and gives it back to her. The part of him that's used to keeping his distance decides not to ask for hers in return. There was a time he would've. Might've even teased her about giving it to him. But the world's been different for a long time—and so has he. If she needs him, she knows how to find him now, and that feels...enough. He's not trying to do anything here except make sure she's okay. Besides, she doesn't know what he is. That much he's sure of. The diner was entirely too dark. As much as he likes her, as much as he wants to believe she's not gonna freak out about a mutant, he's learned sometimes, you can never know. Not 'til it all comes out.

And if you ask him? He's alright with it not coming out right this moment. What they've got, it's easy, casual. Maybe that'll change, maybe it won't, but he hasn't got the mind to wanna test it here and now.

He nudges his beer aside so he can get back to his bike. ]
You need anything, call me. I don't [ he starts to screw on the new filter ] sleep a ton.

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