108. Plain

[corrinesbell]

That wasn't me.

I dunno what that was but I promise it wasn't me. I'm really sorry if I said something terrible to any of you.

...Especially you, Colette.

Shirley, I think...can I talk to you?

[And there are some apologies that only work in person. Which is why later in the day she'll be going to house 42 and knocking hesitantly on the door]

Comments

[corrinesbell]

Well maybe you were overreacting.

[Really? You don't sound so sure anymore, Sheena.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Yeah, tell me that again when I find you half-conscious and shaking. Then I'll overreact again.

[corrinesbell]

[Somehow, finally owning up to her mistakes has turned into making the most selfish and destructive choice possible. Sheena breaks eye contact with him to cover her face with her hands.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Hey, don't...

Come on, it's over and done with.

[corrinesbell]

I thought I was finally doing it right.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Whether you're doing it right or wrong, you can't change the past.

...So don't worry about it. Just think about what you're doing next time.

[corrinesbell]

I know I can't change the past. ...But this time I thought it could be different.

[There may be a hint of 'it could be me like it should've been' somewhere in there. Over it? Never.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey. I'm the idiot with the self-loathing streak. That's my deal, don't you go and start thinking dying's going to do anything to make up for anything.

[corrinesbell]

I don't think that. I'm not trying to make up for things.

[She drops her hands. It certainly doesn't look like she's lying.]

But if I let it happen again...then I haven't learned anything.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Then we don't let it happen again. You're not on your own on this, and I'm not the only one who'd be more than happy to help you out.

...Dinner's going to get cold if we keep just jabbering here, though.

[corrinesbell]

...Can you bring it out here?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Sure.

[He comes back with the curry in a few seconds. ...It at least looks like he knew what he was doing.]

[corrinesbell]

Hey, it looks pretty good.

[Nothing she says for the next little while is going to have effort in it. Even though it's sincere.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

That's good, I haven't tried making this in forever.

[He'll munch down. Even if he can't taste it, he's still hungry.]

[corrinesbell]

[She's eating more slowly. Really she's not that hungry, especially after getting all upset.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll give her a breather before he decides to start talking again.]

[corrinesbell]

[She only finishes half the plate, and even that kind of felt like forcing herself. The headache is back in all its glory, and now a few other things ache too. ...Of course this just proves to her how stupid she's been about it.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Don't feel good, huh?

[corrinesbell]

[Shaking her head, no.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you still look pretty beat up. You done with the food?

[He stands up.]

[corrinesbell]

Yeah. ...It was good. Thanks.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[He takes the plate, sets it down. And then scoops Sheena up. You're going to bed, missy.]

[corrinesbell]

Whoa, hey! What're you doing?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I'm just gonna take you to your room.

[corrinesbell]

...Oh.

I'm, uh...I'm okay on the couch for a while...