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❝  Can  we  go  on  a  little  walk   ??  ❞  
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               she’d open the door wider if she thought he wanted to come in, but she already knew before he even spoke that it’s not what she’s here for. despite her curiosity, gayle makes a conscious effort not to comb through his mind — she’ll wait for him to tell her himself.  ❛ what, now? ❜  of course, she doesn’t wait for his response either, because she already knows the answer to that too. ❛ okay, just give me a second — ❜  she says, quickly reaching for keys and her wallet, both sitting on the edge of her foyer table. ❛ is everything okay? ❜

soft soft soft !

MICHAEL. 

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          michael’s head ducked, giving a little nod of understanding. “yeah, i           i guess i haven’t been the best guy to be around lately.” and he didn’t like that. he knew he needed to get it together, that this funk had been going on too long, that he’d been throwing himself into his work and using it as an excuse to avoid a lot of people for more time than could be reasonably excused. “i’m sorry.”

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          she’s never been in love before — ( doesn’t know if she’s even capable ), though she certainly knows what it feels like. such is the curse her empathy has thrusted upon her. though, there are moments, few and far between, that it’s proven itself useful. “don’t be.” she flashes him a quick smile, “you could always make it up to me.”

MICHAEL. 

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          “i know.” his response was immediate, and though its veracity may have been contradicted by his previous behavior, he did know it was time. “i know, i just… i’m a little too hopeful for my own good, i guess.” michael shrugged in resignation. he felt bad for being so hyper-focused on it, but it was difficult to have to quell something that had been so strong for so long. he was working on it.

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         “you needed to do everything you can to try and save your relationship.” she shrugs. “i understand that.” of course she does. and gayle liked jane enough, but at the end of the day, it’s michael she cares about. and her own feelings aside, she hates seeing him like this. “i do miss my friend, though.” 

MICHAEL. 

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          michael shrugged, letting out a sigh of resignation. “nothing.” a bitter, disappointing conclusion that he can only bite his lower lip at, but a truthful one in the end. “i don’t see what else i can do.”

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          “i think it’s about time you tried to move on.” it isn’t meant to be insensitive — but this has gone on long enough ( and truthfully, it’s tiresome to be around someone carrying the emotions he has been from the break-up. she does feel for him, though. it’s hard not to when she’s feeling the exact same things he is. )

MICHAEL.

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          michael rolled his eyes, face settling into an expression that hinted at irritation. “well, sitting back and watching my relationship disintegrate during this whole mess seemed less preferable.” the meddling he’d done in his efforts to frame everything in a beneficial was not only selfish, but likely futile anyways, in hindsight.

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          she senses his frustration, deems it best not to aggravate him any further. partially for his sake, and partially for her own. the more he exasperated he gets, the more she will be too and it’s the last thing she needs today.   “so what happens next?”

MICHAEL.

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no one gets a medal for meddling.

          @psioniic. // sc.

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i did try to warn you.

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