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[Angela shakes her head in the negative. There are a lot of other things she's trying to escape: being lonely even surrounded by people, having her control over how, when, and where she does her living being taken away, wanting to go home so bad but never getting to, never seeing the people she loves the most on days when everybody else does, Chase and Claire, that mystery man from L.A. with the love for comic books who won't tell her a thing about himself, people she loves who leave without so much as a goodbye. So many things Angela would just not rather deal with but every so often, there's something that reminds her that she just can't.

Listing all of them is going to take a little more bravery than she has right now.]

[That would, after all, be too simple a fix. Cameron can guess some of those aches, wouldn't suspect others; doesn't want to pry, anyway. What she does want is to help.]

Still living alone?

[She assumes Cameron can guess one of them, at the very least. It was on the network for all and sundry. It was hard to miss, hard not to guess who would have conflicted feelings over it.]

Yeah.

[Not for lack of trying to find a roommate, even with her bad luck of losing them.]

[She chews at her lip a little, considering. That's one realm where her luck hasn't been much better-- almost, of course, there'd almost been
Mindy, but there are things Cameron can't and won't forgive. So she's alone again, too.]

That always makes things more difficult.

Yeah.

[She feels like she should say more, admit more, confess more. More information could probably make it easier for Cameron to help her, but what should Angela say?]

My... [What is Cinna? It might be a little early to give him a proper title.] The guy I'm seeing... I told him.

What did he say about it?

[An enabler, or a support system? This is relevant information. Also awkward information, because the last thing Cameron wants is to talk about anyone's love life. Professional hazard.]

He said he'd help me. I'm not sure how, but he threw out some wine I had.

[In front of her too. Not like she didn't want to argue about it (she wasn't going to drink it, she could use it for cooking, he could drink it, it's a waste of money to throw it out...), but Angela chose not to. So many defenses and excuses she could have made, but she held her ground and watched Cinna pour the Cabernet down the drain. Maybe that meant something, maybe it didn't. Angela feels it did. She chose to not argue for the thing she became dependent on. She chose to grow up and be self-reliant again. Well, as self-reliant as she could be with somebody keeping her company so she didn't fall off the wagon.]

It's a step in the right direction.

[She pauses, thinks for a moment, her lips pursed. She'd have to clean up a bit, have to disturb her universe and open the door to see what had been left behind, but--]

Would you like to stay with me a while?

[A while being a term of negotiable length; permanence is a little more delicate, especially with the luck they've both had as far as roommates go.]

[That's a very unexpected query that leaves Angela blinking in surprise. There are pros and cons to accepting Cameron's offer, but in short, the pros do reign supreme. It doesn't have to be an everyday thing, Cinna gets a breather from Angela every so often, both women keep their respective places, Angela knows how to pick up after herself and stay out of the way, and both of them ease the pain of loneliness just enough to make it bearable, and Angela finds another source of support. What's not to like?]

I'd like that. [Angela nods, a soft smile spreading on her face.] On some days, if you don't mind. I'll call and give you a head's up when I'll be coming over?

[Because having sex in Cameron's apartment seems disrespectful, even for Angela, the woman who has sex anywhere there's a stable surface.]

[Having someone having sex in her apartment does seem a little odd, though Cameron hardly has room to talk. Still, she'd appreciate the discretion. She smiles, covering a slight uncertainty; at least if Angela's with her, Angela won't be drinking herself into oblivion. And at least she won't stay out all night in some cafe to stave off the ticking. It's advantageous all around.]

It's a deal.

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