[Molly is just - with more than a little irritation - trying to get the stupid vending machine to work. Spit out something normal or good or different or he's not sure what. Just frustrated. And when White stares he starts to
feel comfortable. Until the moment he opens his mouth. And then he laughs? Sorry, that's.]
Hm... well, can't go wrong with something like burger and fries, then. It's pretty much peak "I just wanna enjoy myself, fuck what anyone else thinks" food.
[he'll start pressing buttons, then. as he does so, he looks pensive for a moment, and then—]
[Molly would be hypocritical to judge "not exactly honest." But he's a little too tired right now to be anything other than mostly sincere.]
. . . It's a little hard to talk about. I don't know that I can yet. [He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck.] Or that it's even worth talking about. Giving that story power over me.
... Yeah, I can see that. [there's a bit of an unspoken apology for asking in there, since white is. not great at actually saying sorry.] Don't think it's the kind of thing most people would like talking about.
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feel comfortable. Until the moment he opens his mouth. And then he laughs? Sorry, that's.]
That's certainly one way to put it, yes.
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... Uh, need help with that?
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[Just stepping back and gesturing at it, tail whipping back and forth.]
Something for-- I don't know. Something Beau would like. I don't know? A sandwich? What do you eat in prison?
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[he peers at the screen.]
She's not, like, a health fanatic or anything, is she?
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[Peering at it too.]
Not unless more has changed in the past months than I thought, no.
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[he'll start pressing buttons, then. as he does so, he looks pensive for a moment, and then—]
... You dead or something?
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[He doesn't know what either of those things are, but--]
Ah. Not going to let me pretend to have gotten away with that one, then.
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I can drop it, if you want.
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Yes, I'm dead. And 'or something.' It's a bit complicated.
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I died. Apparently eight months ago.
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[Helpful!]
I think I'd be owed something in return for sharing that story.
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I mean, I want power. Does there have to be some kind of deep reason behind it?
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[He seems to mean that?]
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well, white doesn't quite meet molly's eyes because now he feels 0.5% guilty for not exactly being honest.]
Right. Well, I think I'm pretty straightforward.
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. . . It's a little hard to talk about. I don't know that I can yet. [He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck.] Or that it's even worth talking about. Giving that story power over me.
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The last time I spoke about it, I had a truth spell cast on me.
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