as_damaged | ☤ thirty-six

[Voice]

Which would be the intelligent thing to do now, are you really letting yourself be guilted into it?
I usually make it a point not to apologize for curses, given the nature of the City and what
The entire point of curses seems to be to make people miserable, why wouldn't you want to mitigate that as much as possible?
Because she didn't do anything! Not really, this whole thing is just an exercise in pointless embarrassment!
happens here; I don't think we should have to feel responsible for actions we didn't willingly take.
Why is it embarrassing? If you think she didn't do anything wrong there's nothing to be embarrassed about, is there?
We shouldn't bring it up at all. It's not like anyone else is going to say they're sorry for what they said.
That being said... Under the circumstances I do want to apologize for Sunday. Not because I meant
That doesn't necessarily mean they aren't. Look at it this way, it's setting a better example than staying silent would be.
What, forgive and forget?
anything I said or did-- I certainly didn't-- but, because I don't want misinformation to be spread.
Apologizing the right thing to do.
Then we can't forgive anyone if they don't, and everyone else was just as pointlessly cruel.
So, I wanted to clarify-- all the... implications I made about my colleagues are entirely false. Dr.
But it wasn't their fault.
It wasn't hers either! How many people called her a whore, or worse?
House and Dr. Wilson are not involved in a relationship, I respect Dr. Cuddy very much as a doctor and
I'm sure none of them meant it.
That doesn't take away the fact that they said it, if we have to apologize so do they.
a woman, and I am sorry for any aggressive or antagonistic behavior I displayed towards any of you.
It doesn't matter if they say it. Maybe they should, but even if they don't, it doesn't mean they meant it.
That's a double standard.
So what? [pause, finally paying attention to the real Cameron again.] That wasn't much of an apology you know...

[ooc; SCREAM sorry if that's impossible to read, they are all kind of talking at once >< First voice is the bitter, uptight, strict and honestly rather humorless Cameron; the other is Cameron's soft, compassionate, stuffed-animal-made-by-grandma side. <3]

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Mmn.

[She doesn't answer that, really; she doesn't want to talk about House or his leg. One of her other selves wants her to leave it as is, let him bear it as best he can and be glad she's gotten off easy on paying for her indiscreet fiction. The other offers temptations to write him the prescription he won't bother asking for; or at the least drop by to distract him. She's settled for talking to Wilson about it.]

I'd rather be certain no one made the mistake.

You should both know by now that people are idiots.

[She frowns, but doesn't acknowledge it. This is an important conversation, and one that does not involve would-be consciences.]

I know you don't. [A pause, and she takes the slightest step closer. Not enough to really diminish the distance between them.] I didn't mean anything I said about you, either.

I know.

[Even in the heat of the curse he hadn't taken her words to heart, assuming she was digging around for weak spots to stick the knife in and make him back off. He'd always thought he was the one best at emulating House when it came to that, but make he was wrong. Maybe she just knows when to pick her moments.]

Nothing you said bothered me. And you've apologised already. [She did find some weak spots, and perhaps what he's saying is a white lie, but it's for her benefit not his.] There might be a few pictures I'd like to forget but--you're good.

[Asking by implication, 'so can I be, too?']

[Indeed, it had been a desperate attempt to discredit him through insults. Or something. At the time, it made perfect sense-- anyone who disagreed with her wasn't merely wrong, they were bad people. She hates to admit it, but (as has been pointed out by the one in her left pocket,) it's not entirely out of line with her usual strict views on morality. Just utterly frivolous and stupid.

She grimaces a little at mention of the images-- who even knows where those came from, and shakes her head a little.]

I'm over it. Really. I

The thing with House wasn't really your strongest moment, anyway, [her right pocket chimes in quietly, rather sadly. Cameron hopes it's too quiet to hear.]

[Of course she's over it. Chase nods as if he actually believes that, still holding back on anything officially resembling a sorry. Sorry feels like it should indicate that there was some truth in what he said, or at least some real intention, and her thing with House is something he's supposed to be over. Hell, it wasn't supposed to have mattered to him to begin with.]

Can't help what you feel. Felt.

[He answers the pocket Cameron instead of the real one, then crouches down to get a better look.]

These are crazy. Can I hold one of them?

You can try. I can't promise they won't bite.

[Though she'd be mortified if they did. One of the miniatures pointedly ignores Chase to eye her little fingernails, as aloof and disinterested as the real one has ever appeared. The other one watches him move with the faintest trace of a smile.]

You shouldn't worry. She doesn't know what she can't forgive you for, yet.

[Chase chokes back a laugh at her warning, the awkward hiccuping sound no less conspicuous for what it is. He glances up with a slow grin, shoulder lifting in a sketch of a shrug.]

Haven't minded that before.

[Reaching out to the one that seems most amenable, palm flat and level, he stills the motion as it speaks. It's hard to know who he's replying to, so he aims his question somewhere on a level with the larger Cameron's waist.]

What she can't forgive me for? What does that mean?

That you haven't pushed me too far.

[Yet, is the unspoken threat, though obviously not a serious one; her tone is dryly amused. She knows what the little one means, or at least knows what she doesn't know.

The tiny Cameron is trying to oblige and climb up onto Chase's palm. She seems content, having said her troubling piece.]

[Frowning for a minute, Chase nontheless huffs something that almost imitates a laugh and nods, his attention pulled back down by the tiny fingers wrapping round his as mini!Cam tries to pull herself up. In seconds he's smiling softly, and using a second hand to steady her in her on her perch.]

If they ever make Cameron Barbie... [He holds her somewhere about level with his nose and blinks at the perfect likeness.] Think I could get used to you like this. Hi.

Why would they?

[She asks, faintly amused. The little Cameron finds her balance fairly easily-- graceful for all her small stature-- standing to regard him with her arms crossed. The other one has much the same pose but it seems softer on the optimistic one; contemplative rather than contemptuous.]

I didn't realize I was too tall for you.

You're not.

[He thinks about standing to better prove this, but changes his mind in light of the fragile cargo he's holding. Talking to a miniature version is at least one way to avoid the residual awkwardness in talking to the real one (he's never called a woman a whore. He's never even called a whore a whore).]

But come on. You have to admit you're adorable.

I don't have to admit anything. They're a nuisance,

[she informs him, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms. The miniature still with her has mirrored the gesture, but Cameron doesn't seem to notice it. She's a touch annoyed, but her ire is obviously directed at the City and its ridiculous notions. Not at him. Apologies by and large aren't Chase's forte; she considers the matter tacitly settled.]

Honesty is the best policy, [the one in his palm informs him in a conspiratorial tone. It's something Cameron does believe; she's just accustomed to having a bit more control over how much she tells than the little ones afford her.]

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