as_damaged | ☤ thirty-six

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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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I'm sorry, but it was terrible.

[Okay, so maybe Angela's not sorry about judging the story with the way she's cracking up, but it was honestly paragraph after paragraph of of the worst sentences Angela has ever read and in all honesty, she's read a lot of terrible things.]

I take it you don't go on the Internet very much. That was like a sandbox fight compared to the real--

[She's cut off by someone's opinion on the situation and with a sigh, Angela glances over at Cameron. That look on the doctor's face gives Angela the hint that maybe Cameron isn't all she appears to be.]

Okay, which side was that?

Not the nice one.

[The more her inner conflict publicizes itself, the more frazzled she looks. Thank goodness it's just a curse, more than a day of this and she'd go mad. She hurries to explain herself.]

I don't really think that. It's a doubt; an irrational, internal reaction that I'd dismiss out of hand. Except today it's audible.

[For once, Angela doesn't need an excuse from Cameron. Lord knows she's thought some completely irrational doubts herself that would be shameful if they were aired. She puts down her cup with a certain amount of stubbornness so it hits the desktop with a firm tap before she walks over to Cameron. Her face is set in a straight line and she looks like a disappointed mother about to scold her child.

It might not be her child, but somebody will definitely be getting scolded]

Open the drawer.

[Cameron gives the other woman a rather doubtful look, but sets her coffee aside and stands, stepping back to pull the drawer open.

The miniatures are sitting on opposite sides of the drawer, pointedly avoiding one another.]

[There's a first time for everything, and this is the first time--and hopefully the last time--Angela will have to bend down in front of a desk drawer and address somebody's conscience. Christ, this place just continues to throw her for a loop with all these new adventures.]

Hey. This is as weird for you as it is for me, but I don't care if you're part of Cameron. Just because she thinks it, doesn't mean you need to broadcast it. She deserves a little privacy to her thoughts and really, with the size you're at, I'm sure you're easily squishable. So shut up and let the big people talk.

[She flashes both of them a saccharine sweet smile full of teeth and gums.]

Thank you.

The two of you could end up friends, [one of them says brightly.]
You just can't stand anyone not liking you, [the other one chides her-- quietly, though, with a sidelong glance up at Angela. Certainly it's an improvement in their behavior.]

Hey, don't get too ahead of yourself now.

[She's laughing, but really, being friends with Cameron isn't one the more horrible things that could happen. Maybe it's a real possibility. And it's not something Angela is the type to turn down.]

You make that sound like a crime. Contrary to popular belief, we've had our differences but I don't hate or dislike her.

[It's the truth. Angela's neutral on the woman, which in her book, leads a greater chance of Cameron leaning to the like column.]

[The tiny ice-queen does have a point; Cameron doesn't like people not liking her, and so she has a tendency to avoid anyone she can't win over. It's a little embarrassing, when brought up so blatantly.]

I'd leave them locked up somewhere, but I don't like the idea of them being unsupervised.

[Cameron laughs a little.]

Eh, they'll probably strangle each other and then you'll end up a psychopath.

[Angela's done conversing with the inside of Cameron's mind, so she stands up straight, flattening her clothes with the palms of both hands. A quick mental run through of all the offenses she might have caused Cameron comes up empty, so Angela thinks it's time for her to take her leave. Cameron isn't the only person she needs to apologize to.

Holding out a hand for a shake, she's willing to attempt to seal this deal with a physical sign.]

So are we fair?

[She doesn't shut the drawer, since really it seems somehow awful to lock the little things away, no matter how annoying they are. For the moment the voices are mollified, given that they've destroyed any privacy of thought she had left. Still, Cameron nods and takes the offered hand.]

We're good.

[Her smile is tentative, but genuine. Because if it weren't someone would pipe up to call her on it.]

[Angela would be a liar if she said she wasn't listening out for one of the two drawerdwellers to contradict Cameron's statement. Without additional commentary from the peanut gallery, she gives Cameron a firm shake and an easy smile before letting go to pick her coffee up on the way out. It's cold now, but she has a microwave in her office to fix that. Good thing too; Angela needs to go and hide out there for a few more hours before she faces Wilson and Chase. House too.]

I guess I'll see you around then. Don't let them drive you too crazy.

I'll do what I can.

[There's a laugh in her voice. If nothing else she's being honest; it isn't worth trying to put up a front detached, calm self-sufficiency when it's constantly belied by her hopes and doubts.]

Take care.

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