[Free of any Freddies by now, Claire's had some time to mull things over. And that's why John's phone is ringing, Claire's name on the screen, even though she's come to appreciate texting. There's a reason she'd rather talk than type and she's kind enough to not just show up at his door.]
[ the tail end of a heavy breath, then silence for a few beats. alright. alright, come on, give her something, even if you still don't quite know what the fuck happened. he's terse when he speaks, but the information comes all the same - ]
We fell out a while ago. I attempted making contact last night, we texted briefly, he came to find me. It didn't go well. [ ah-hm, the muffled clearing of a throat - understatement of the year. it gives him time to wonder briefly on the wisdom of the next words set to go careening out of his mouth as they sail on by. ] I threatened to dislocate his spine. He didn't react how I expected.
[ or maybe he did expect. at least should have expected. ]
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[It's fortunate that Claire, at least, doesn't find John intimidating in the least. Guns, threats, they don't seem like him, and so she can't imagine Freddie taking them seriously, either.
Not that she says as much.]
Which was...?
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Hah— [ Claire do you really want the details of this situation when you know the end result... surprisingly chipperly because there's honestly not going to be any other way to get through this part: ]
Something not involving his erection. But you can always count on Freddie to defy expectation.
What you do is your business. [Why the both of them happened to come to her and share their business is still puzzling, but she supposes it says something about her character. Or theirs. Whatever.] But as your friend, I do have the right to be concerned. What now?
[ and there it is, the entire reason he was fighting with Freddie in the first place. ] If you could explain that concept to his royal highness, Prince I'll discharge myself from the hospital whenever I like and you're the one being a prick if you so much as mention it, that'd be wonderful.
I don't know. I got him a birthday present a while ago, I'll deliver that. After that I should probably keep my distance.
Quite a leap, there. [Two people at odds, on different pages, having trysts in alleyways. It's a little beyond her, frankly, and she's not too keen on having that intimate of an understanding.]
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the evening after the morning after the night before
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Evening.
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[Right to it.]
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[ sorry Claire, he may know full well what you mean but he's no good at actually talking ]
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[Was there even that, John. Was there.]
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We fell out a while ago. I attempted making contact last night, we texted briefly, he came to find me. It didn't go well. [ ah-hm, the muffled clearing of a throat - understatement of the year. it gives him time to wonder briefly on the wisdom of the next words set to go careening out of his mouth as they sail on by. ] I threatened to dislocate his spine. He didn't react how I expected.
[ or maybe he did expect. at least should have expected. ]
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Not that she says as much.]
Which was...?
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Something not involving his erection. But you can always count on Freddie to defy expectation.
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I think that could be said of the both of you, currently.
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I know.
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I don't know. I got him a birthday present a while ago, I'll deliver that. After that I should probably keep my distance.
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Wise.
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[ as for John, there really was nowhere else to go ]
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[She's figured as much with John.]
I think I may just try and block out the details.
[She knows Too Much. There is not enough booze.]
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[ --aha. a huff of a laugh. it's not a lot, but it's a laugh, and he's grateful for it. ] I would if I were you.
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[why why WHY why WHY]
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[That's it.]
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[Now to quietly wager how awkward this will be.]