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[ If only Sarissa knew that saying "If dealing with this right now is too much, then don't" was going to allow Sarah to tell herself that running away is fine. If only. ]

... Yeah. Alright. Thanks, Riss.

[ She sinks back onto the couch with a chip in one hand and nibbles at it, looking relieved. ]

Just... if you need help I'm here? I'm... not gonna break if you need to lean on me.

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Thanks.

[ She attempts a smile, to bring some levity to the whole situation. It falls a little flat, but at least she tries. ]

Could be worse, yeah? Paul could've shown up as well.

( Last time Paul's name came up in a talk between the two of them, it was very, very unpleasant. Sarissa's gaze drops, but only so far as the lemon wedges, that she squeezes over the fish on her plate. )

Why stop there? Maybe a couple of my exes could've turned up and assumed you were me, too. ( She makes a dramatic expression, one corner of her mouth tugging sideways in a yikes sort of expression. ) Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, honestly. We shouldn't tempt fate.

Are many of your exes dead?

[ She's not asking to one-up Sarissa, more out of genuine curiosity and a moderate amount of concern. Because dead always complicates things further. Also, maybe she's a little bit removed from exactly how many dead people the average person is supposed to have known. Just a little bit. ]

I thought Georgia was. 'S how I wound up all— ex-cop, ex-functional. I thought she was dead, and I got arrested for her murder.

( As flippantly as she can manage it, which isn't massively. Maybe she should have kept that bourbon close to the table. Tea, maybe, instead. )

As far as I know, most of the others are fine. I haven't been in touch in a while. And I made a point not to sleep with any mercs, mortality rate would have gone up, I reckon.

Oh. Yeah.

[ Sometimes she realizes how much she still doesn't know about Sarissa's life. Even though all these little stories and facts come up during their conversations, there are huge blank spaces where she'll probably never know about all that's happened to her sister, and vice versa. Her fingers itch to close around the bottle of bourbon, but it's gone, hidden somewhere. ]

Paul's dead, [ she says finally. ] S'why I asked.

( There's just the smallest twinge of a smile, very tired. It's something along the lines of, whatcha gonna do?, as if she'd forgotten milk when that's what she went grocery shopping for in the first place, not her life falling apart in a matter of hours.

And then the next bit hits, settles in her head, and Sarissa closes her eyes for a second before she reaches out and takes one of Sarah's hands in her own. Her eyes stay shut tight, and she wraps up Sarah's hand with both of her own. )

I'm sorry. That— he's dead, obviously, and for talking shit about him. I'm really sorry.

It's... he was complicated. He did a lot of awful things.

[ She guesses that she could live to be 100 and she will still never really know how she feels about Paul. Not that it matters. ]

Haven't we all?

( She thinks Paul sounds shady as hell, honestly, but this isn't the moment for that. There's a quiet pause, and Sarissa gently traces her fingertips over Sarah's knuckles. Whatever decision you come to now, it won't be an awful thing, she wants to say, but it seems like it'd just be opening up a can of worms Sarah maybe needs a break from, for now. )

When I was in high school I dated this guy - it didn't last long, we didn't fit right and we were idiot seventeen year olds, but he tried to burn down part of the school. I was following after him and undoing the shit he kept starting, 'cause if the fire got outta hand it would have risked a colony of endangered parrots near town.

( Her smile is quietly self-mocking. ) Monstrous exes. I know all about 'em.

[ She laughs, kind of, despite her efforts not to, and gives Sarissa a sideways look. ]

God, you're a nerd.

You like it - don't even, Steven.

( And she releases Sarah's hand...

... so she can grab a chip and boop her on the nose with it. )

[ Oh, no. Sarah's too far from sober to handle that with any modicum of grace. She attempts to throw whatever's closest back at Sarissa. Unfortunately, that ends up being some calamari rings, and they go bouncing off Sarissa and onto the floor. ]

Piss off. [ Because. That's really all she can say. ]

Nah. You're stuck with me.

( Lightly, easily, as she gathers up the rings and drops them on her plate. )

Fancy some tea?

Sure.

[ Nothing like a cuppa to make you forget about your imminent relationship drama. ]

Sweet as. On it.

( And she is going to gently roll off the sofa, but!!! Stops to lean over the back of it, and drop a kiss on the top of Sarah's head. )

It'll all work out.

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