pc catchall for dick (heh) (unpredicktable)

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w0, sunday.

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[While she can’t exactly say she’s in an ideal mood for company right now (it looks like she’s been crying, and also like she wants to be sick, still), she still pauses when she sees Dick looking around.]

What are you up to...?

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[ he doesn't look any particular way, but that's the beauty of wearing a mask! ha ha. he looks up at her when she asks ]

The ballroom was cleared. I'm making sure that applied everywhere else, too. Human remains are kind of a health hazard, and we've got enough to worry about.

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[She freezes.]

...You haven’t found any, right?

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Nope. All clear. Vanished without a trace. [ he runs a hand through his hair ] Good news that feels like bad news because of the creepazoid factor. How many of those have we had?

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...Best news I’ve had today, at least.

[She breathes in.]

Thanks for doing that. You didn’t have to.

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[ he tilts his head a bit ]

It's not like anyone else was going to. [ so? yes? he did? ] I know it's probably a dumb question, but... you doing okay?

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It’s okay to take the thanks, you know.

[But, hm.]

Honestly, are any of us right now?

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[ he shrugs with a smile at the call out but doesn't answer, concentrating on the other part with a sigh-- ]

No, I guess not. We've gotten some answers, but the cost was...

[ he shakes his head ]

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[Quietly:]

...He was a really good person. It’s - hard, you know?

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... I do. [ a little too much. ] But-- if they say there's a way to fix things, the only thing we can do is try and work towards that right now.

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I mean... We're gonna do that, yeah, but - it's like you said. Sometimes it can be harder to bounce back, and that's okay for you, too. You can take a second.

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[ he tilts his head ]

I know. [ it's an acknowledgement that sounds fake, but he does know. like. intellectually. which is why he smiles a little ] Worried about me?

[ don't sound teasing about that you asshole ]

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Oh no, you caught me. I care about your emotional wellbeing, how embarrassing.

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Your secret's safe with me. I won't tell a soul. [ shitty jokes aside-- ] I'm fine. I won't lie and say I'm not ... mad, but I'm fine.

[ dick like, is still very mad at polly, repentant or not? ghosts are bad ]

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...Okay. As long as you're sure.

[She has 0 faith in that, but she doesn't want to press.]

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I am. [ its fine hes fine everythings Fine ] What about you? How are you dealing with... [ uh, well, everything. ] You know.

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...Well, if you have any tips for how to deal with it better, I’m listening.

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I'm... self-aware enough to know that I learned how to cope with trauma from someone who still hasn't fully coped with any of his, and I should probably not be giving advice on it.

[ it's wry, because yes, jokes are one of his bad coping mechanisms ]

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...I don't think it's the kind of thing that's going to get much easier while we're here, anyways.

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... No, probably not.

[ but it's only probably, because blablabla psychology about human trauma and how there's only so much it can take before becoming numb to it that she definitely? wants to hear right now? ha ha ]

But if it ever gets too hard-- well, you know.

[ he's got a standing offer to let her vent! ]

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Yeah, I know. And - thanks. It's really sweet of you.