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[as_damaged]

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☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[If he'd thought there was something to wait for they wouldn't be in this mess. Not that there aren't alternative messes to take its place.]

Or they could be making room for some new beach resorts. That'd be worth fighting for.

☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[as_damaged]

[Given that, as far as she knows, they're over-- for good, this time-- she's inclined to romanticize the situation, imagine they'd be perfectly happy. Certainly happier than they would be, realistically.]

I'd hate to think of what strings would be attached to that.

[Wrinkling her nose at the thought, she puts her tea down and finally shrugs out of her coat.]

It's getting late...

[An out, if he wants it. Not an eviction, though she doesn't intend to spend the evening with someone else's boyfriend.]

☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[He pulls back his sleeve, lifting his wrist to tilt the display of his watch into the light.]

It stopped being late about an hour ago. It's getting early.

[No dice, also no girlfriend, even if she's not as married as he'd expected her to be.]

☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[as_damaged]

[Which, of course, she knows nothing about. As far as Cameron is aware it's back to business as usual, her ignorance a result of intentional avoidance. She'd prefer his relationship with Angela to be none of her business.]

Then it's early, and neither of us have slept.

[A slightly less subtle hint. She's in no mood to have to lecture you on your behavior tonight, Chase.]

☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[This he has to agree with, rubbing his hands together and giving into a yawn.]

Have you still got blankets for this couch? You'd be saving me a walk.

☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[as_damaged]

[This is the last place he should be spending the night; and for a second she tenses, on the verge of telling him so. It isn't her job to be his keeper, though. Cameron likes clear-cut issues; where right and wrong are obvious, unclouded by personal involvement.

Letting him stay would be nice, because it's the middle of the night and it'd save him a walk. It would be a mistake because he shouldn't be avoiding... whoever he's avoiding.]

In the hall closet.

[She's not sure whether it's a selfish offer, or a friendly one. Standing, she gathers her coat in one arm and stoops to pick up the tea.]

☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[He's not avoiding. Or if he is, he's doing it under the guise of staying nearby after she's had a bad night. He's doing a good thing. In the morning he'll make excuses to stop and get coffee so they don't have to walk in to work together. This doesn't have to be awkward.]

I'll get them. Thanks.

[He rearranges the cushions behind him rather than watch her head to the bedroom, for the first time feeling intrusive or just... odd. Maybe it's a little awkward.]

Sweet dreams.

☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight

[as_damaged]

[It's neither wholly good nor wholly bad, and therefore it's just... uncomfortable. Now that she wants him-- or, now that he knows she wants him-- he's less welcome here than before.

She pauses just before slipping out of sight, free hand on the wall, to nod back at him. It's a little awkward, but maybe if they both mean well (and she thinks she does,) that's forgivable.]

Good night.