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clare_dragonfly) wrote2014-10-09 09:20 pm
clare_dragonfly) wrote2014-10-09 09:20 pm
Fiction: She Has Her Reasons
Title: She Has Her Reasons
World: robot rights
Word count: 393
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: for XYZ reasons
Notes: This follows The Best Boutiques (access-locked).
“I just… I don’t think she’s okay,” said Brooke quietly.
Dylan shook his head. “Of course she’s not okay.”
“But don’t you think we should try to get her therapy or something? I mean, she really freaked out.”
Dylan closed his eyes briefly, then looked down into his coffee so he didn’t have to look at Brooke. He really didn’t know what to tell her. “I think Mo has gone through some serious stuff. But I think that if she wants, or needs, to talk to somebody, she’ll decide on her own. It might not help, you know. Or she might think it won’t help, in which case, it won’t.”
“She hasn’t even told you?”
He looked up and into Brooke’s eyes. “She hasn’t, but if she had and asked me not to pass it on, I would pretend she hadn’t said anything. Look, she’s only been in LA for two days. Whatever bad shit she was in, she just got out. She needs some time to process it herself first.”
Brooke shook her head, her curls bouncing. “She can’t just wallow.”
“Dammit, Brooke—“ Dylan heard his voice rising and lowered it with a conscious effort. Mo was sleeping, and he didn’t want to wake her, especially considering she was the topic of the conversation. “It’s not up to you, do you get it? It. Is. Up. To. Her. If she never wants to say anything, that’s her business. If she has to wait for something to happen, that’s her business. If she refuses to get over it, that’s her business.”
Brooke sighed and slumped back in her seat. “No, you’re right, you’re right. I just hate it. Don’t you hate it?”
“Of course I hate it.” Dylan ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I want to help. But there’s nothing I can do if she doesn’t reach out first.”
Brooke took a sip of her coffee, then her mouth twitched upward on one side. “I think I’m just frustrated because it is so clear that right now she is not open to my romantic attentions, and I’ve never had to deal with that before.”
Dylan managed a smile. “Well, it’s important to have new experiences. One of you will change, and if it’s you, then it will definitely be for the better.”
He managed to dodge the punch.
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World: robot rights
Word count: 393
Rating: G
Prompt: Thimbleful Thursday: for XYZ reasons
Notes: This follows The Best Boutiques (access-locked).
“I just… I don’t think she’s okay,” said Brooke quietly.
Dylan shook his head. “Of course she’s not okay.”
“But don’t you think we should try to get her therapy or something? I mean, she really freaked out.”
Dylan closed his eyes briefly, then looked down into his coffee so he didn’t have to look at Brooke. He really didn’t know what to tell her. “I think Mo has gone through some serious stuff. But I think that if she wants, or needs, to talk to somebody, she’ll decide on her own. It might not help, you know. Or she might think it won’t help, in which case, it won’t.”
“She hasn’t even told you?”
He looked up and into Brooke’s eyes. “She hasn’t, but if she had and asked me not to pass it on, I would pretend she hadn’t said anything. Look, she’s only been in LA for two days. Whatever bad shit she was in, she just got out. She needs some time to process it herself first.”
Brooke shook her head, her curls bouncing. “She can’t just wallow.”
“Dammit, Brooke—“ Dylan heard his voice rising and lowered it with a conscious effort. Mo was sleeping, and he didn’t want to wake her, especially considering she was the topic of the conversation. “It’s not up to you, do you get it? It. Is. Up. To. Her. If she never wants to say anything, that’s her business. If she has to wait for something to happen, that’s her business. If she refuses to get over it, that’s her business.”
Brooke sighed and slumped back in her seat. “No, you’re right, you’re right. I just hate it. Don’t you hate it?”
“Of course I hate it.” Dylan ran his hand through his hair in frustration. “I want to help. But there’s nothing I can do if she doesn’t reach out first.”
Brooke took a sip of her coffee, then her mouth twitched upward on one side. “I think I’m just frustrated because it is so clear that right now she is not open to my romantic attentions, and I’ve never had to deal with that before.”
Dylan managed a smile. “Well, it’s important to have new experiences. One of you will change, and if it’s you, then it will definitely be for the better.”
He managed to dodge the punch.
Thanks for reading this story! If you enjoyed it, visit my main page for all stories I've posted at Dreamwidth, or the tag for this world for more stories with this setting or characters. You can also pledge at my Patreon for exclusive patron-only stories and prompt posts.