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🏴‍☠️ IC contact; Duplicity

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None of the above.

What, are you fighting?

[Admitting she fucked up is the literal last thing on a long list of things Daphne doesn't want to do, and admitting she fucked up and it fucked her relationship up is basically just below it, but pride be damned.

Fuck she can't do it.]

That is...one way to put it.

Another way is that I may have...said some things. After sex. While drugged on truth mushrooms.

I'm sorry darling, are you asking me for advice? A shoulder to cry on? Either way, you're going to have to be more clear about what your problem is.

Something to do with Charles?

I'm asking-

[She isn't sure. She wants someone to take care of him.]

I think he might need someone to talk to. Maybe. Or fight? Or fuck. I don't know.

I told him I was glad Charles was gone, because he understood me better than anyone I've ever met, and I didn't want Billy to feel like he was only second best.

You can forget about fighting or fucking, but I can talk to him, if he wants to.

That's a piss-poor way of making him feel like your top priority, you must realize that?

I'm aware. Truth mushrooms. The words just came out of my mouth.

I apologized. I told him I would give him space, and I am, really. I haven't seen him.

If that is the truth. congratulations are in order. You must be the first woman Charles has ever understood in his damn life. In so little time, too.

Doesn't he live with you? Where the hell's he been, then?

I hate to be cliche, but I'm not like most women. He watched me drive a man's head through a bar and he...got it.

I have no idea. His boat? The Down? I'm not asking, because frankly, if I know I'll stalk him and nobody wants that.