relief;

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Watch your step going down the hall by the simulation room, since someone's been dripping blood all over the place. Sort of inconsiderate, yes, but he's looking for a bathroom to wash off in, since he's nearly covered in it. Busy day, you know how it is.]

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[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I can really stop poking you and the like if you want, though.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

It's fine.

[It's not the poking he has a problem with.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[there's a reason she added that other part, though.]

Okay...

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Far be it from him to tell her he's sick of the nagging.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[she doesn't realize she's nagging. she'd be annoyed if he said it, but probably end up looking back on their conversations. and then be apologetic. a lot.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't like arguing with her though.]

So... you still pissed I almost turned into dinosaur food?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I wasn't angry! I just... I worry. I know you're capable of taking care of yourself, but I get scared when I see you hurt.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

S'that why you're always yelling at me for doing stuff?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[looks surprised.]

I didn't- I didn't realize I was yelling.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

Well... 'yelling' is less likely to get me smacked than 'nagging'.

[Prepared for inevitable smack!]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[doesn't smack him, because they're already talking about this. her brow furrows, though, and she looks... somewhat confused and annoyed, not necessarily all directed at him.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Waits quietly while she thinks.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[that might take a little while.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Great. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut and dealt with it.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I didn't... know it was nagging.

[kind of quiet. she feels bad, but she also feels like she hasn't been nagging, and now she's all conflicted.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Sighs. Now he feels guilty for bringing it up and making her feel bad.]

Just forget it.

[Where's the kitchen, I need a drink.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[grabs his wrist gently, looking up at him.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Crap. Stops, slowly turning to face her.]

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I'm... not happy, but it's my fault. Thank you for telling me.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

I'm not trying to make you feel bad or whatever.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

[she has to smile a little at that, even as she lets go.]

I know.

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

...So you're not mad?

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I am, a little. But I'll get over it.

[she knows she shouldn't really be mad at him.]

[sinfulhavoc.livejournal.com]

[Still, if she's somewhat irritated with him, that's not a good thing.]

...If you say so.

[to-rain.livejournal.com]

I do. But... I'm gonna go spend some time... thinking.