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IC CONTACT - ROUTE 29
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The second reason was... well, I guess I was kind of afraid of messaging you only to find out you'd left or something.
[He absently tugs on his ponytail at that, glancing away. He probably shouldn't have admitted that; it sounds stupid.]
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[Well, whether he finds it stupid or not is a bit hard to say; he doesn't seem inclined to comment on it.]
You were here a few times, during those three-day periods; you asked me last time whether I'd moved on or not.
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[If he's interpreting that message he received from Kimblee right, Kimblee hasn't moved on, but Isaac's been wrong about things like this before...]
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[He pauses for a moment once that's out there, however; he isn't sure how much he should say about what's happened since then, but he imagines gaskets will be blown if Isaac finds out somehow later down the line and he wasn't told beforehand, and there's no sense in making this messier than it's already surely going to be.]
I saw someone else for a short period of time; it didn't work out, however.
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I see. It would've been stupid for you just to sit around and wait for me to come back. I mean, I'm not going to lie, I'm glad you're not with someone else, but it's good that you moved on.
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It would've been really weird if you hadn't.
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[He doesn't seem bothered, per se; just curious.]
And what makes you say that?
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[Isaac tugs on his ponytail for a moment, trying to figure out how to word it.]
I mean you didn't get caught up in the war or the aftermath of it. You seem completely unaffected by it, actually. So if you can get through something like that that would normally be pretty traumatic for a person, something like this seems insignificant.
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Not that it is! Insignificant, I mean. Because it definitely isn't.
[He's doing so well today...]
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[Because let's be honest with ourselves, he enjoyed himself and likes thinking about it.]
Either way, I know what you meant.
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...And uh... thanks. For messaging me. I mean, obviously you had no idea I was here, but just the fact that you were thinking about me today is... it's nice. So. Thanks.
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Of course, Isaac. You don't have to thank me for it.
[Kimblee shifts a bit, the gesture awkward, before he pushes himself away from the wall. He steps forward, toward Isaac - not quite touching him, but more than close enough to, if he felt like it; enough to be an invitation, as it usually is.
If you want to do something with it, go ahead.]
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That said, however, the hugging gets a light flinch out of him, as it always does, but he's quicker to recover from it this time than he usually is; he relaxes almost immediately, really, leaning up against him and pressing his hands against Isaac's back, bunching up the fabric of his jacket in his fists. He's not clinging by any means - his grip isn't nearly tight enough for that - but he doesn't seem too inclined to go anywhere, either.]
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...I love you.
[The words are mumbled and soft. Isaac still isn't used to saying them despite how obvious the sentiment is.]
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The words are a bit less comfortable, and he's fully aware that he's not feeling nearly enough in response to them, warmth or otherwise. For the time being, however, he just reaches up with one hand, running his gloved fingers through the end of Isaac's ponytail idly.]
I love you too, Isaac.
[And were he a better person, he'd likely feel guilt over lying about that; however, the facts remain as they always were - he isn't, so he doesn't, and it's true enough besides.]