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[darkov]

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latest status update 3/6/2018

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[killtime]

Can you just... [ This is hard. When it comes to communicating emotions, she's used to dealing with people that have known her a good couple centuries or so. She doesn't have to work hard to articulate herself. She's been spoiled that way, she supposes. ] Tell me if you don't want me around. If you hate the fact that I keep trying to — I don't know. Butt into your business? Watch over you? Whatever the hell this is.

[darkov]

I... I don't hate you, or, or anything. I just... [exhale.] don't understand. That's all.

[killtime]

Don't understand what?

[darkov]

...

All I seem to do is...bother you. Or hurt you. Or...get in the way. Or... [hhh.] I don't know.

[killtime]

Do you stop caring about people because they hurt you?

[darkov]

...No...

[killtime]

Well me either.

[ A half-beat. ]

You don't bother me. I'm just not good at being around people. That's not your fault.

[darkov]

[a longer beat.

quieter:] ...Alright.

[killtime]

I know I'm not the ideal person for this. [ Lower, as if some part of her doesn't want to be overheard: ] But I really do care about you, Martin. And I want to keep you safe.

[darkov]

[quiet again. he kind of...he's kind of relieved? somehow. he shouldn't, he's sure, but...but he can't avoid the comfortable sense of security her assurances leave him with.

it's...a little scary that way, too.]

Alright. I...I believe you.

[killtime]

[ Then at his answer, she too finds an odd sense of relief. ]

Okay. [ She sighs, rubbing her eyes. ] Okay. That's good enough for me.