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[darkov]

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latest status update 6/26/2015

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[darkov]

Wu-wait, when-? I...I don't understand--

[deadtective]

I don't know, when are you free? ...or I guess it's when am I free, you don't do anything.

[darkov]

[still flustering:] U-uh, I...I don't know...

[deadtective]

How much advance notice do I have to give you to keep meltdowns to a minimal? Like, a week? Two weeks?

[darkov]

Um...

[deadtective]

I'm not giving you more than two weeks, you have to pick from these options.

[darkov]

Uh-- [oh no he has to make decisions? yikes.] I...I mean...whatever you think...is good...I don't know.

[deadtective]

I don't know what's good for you, that's the whole point in asking.

[darkov]

[gnnnnn,.] I--I really don't know. I'm sorry. I'm not sure what...What you want me to do? To go somewhere?

[deadtective]

I just need you to pick a general window of time where you've had long enough to mentally prepare yourself for leaving the house. That's it. You don't even need to look at the calendar because I'm picking the date!

[darkov]

[NERVOUS:] I-I can go right now, if you want! [marty it's like midnight.]

[deadtective]

Would you fucking stop that!

[darkov]

U-uh?! What--I...

[deadtective]

I'm not giving you up to two weeks of options for shits and giggles! Doing it right away isn't going to make me any happier, especially not when everything's closed!

[darkov]

[he's barely trying to understand, more focused on find the thing to say that makes her happy and end this. it's hard.

an edge of desperation:] I don't understand! You said you--you wanted me to pick. I...I picked, now you're not...not happy with it. I don't get it at all! I don't know what you want!

[deadtective]

Because this isn't about what I want, it's about you!

[HOW DO PEOPLE DEAL WITH THIS STUFF, HAZEL HAS NO IDEA. she groans, and there's a muffled sound as she drops her face into her hands melodramatically.]

Stop trying to find some magic answer that's going to shut me up, because it doesn't exist.

[darkov]

That's--that's not what I want to do! I just-- I don't know the right thing. I don't know how things work, and when I pick something it's bad, and--

[deadtective]

Not picking anything at all is worse. Almost as bad as picking something because you're scared of what someone else will say. Trust me.

[darkov]

But... [gnahhhhhhhhhh. futilely:] But I still don't know.

[deadtective]

Then just pick something random and stick with it.

[at this point she doesn't care. is she even teaching him life lessons anymore? who knows.]

[darkov]

[ugh. um.] I... [he swallows, exhales.] It's easier to go places in the dark...because it's too hot and bright. So...

[deadtective]

[c l o s e e n o u g h. Hazel makes the executive decision to just pick a date instead of pressing for further decisiveness.]

How about next week, then, around seven or something? Things'll still be open for a while.

[darkov]

[she makes a good choice. withering:] Ye-yes...alright.

[...] But-- but can you. Remind me of it? Because I don't want to mess up, or. Or forget. [also clocks, how do they work.]

[deadtective]

[...maybe she should bump calendar and watch use up on the priority list above literacy. maybe.]

Yeah, sure, whatever. I'm going to be showing up on your doorstep the day of, so it doesn't matter much even if you forget the reminder too.

[darkov]

Oh. [that's...well, that's actually ideal. less initiative on his part.] Al-alright.