Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost, 'Who put these bodies between us?'

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[Hei and Misaki are at the bar, because apparently that the Place To Be for disfunctional couples. But they aren't hanging all over each other, flirting, kissing, or talking about the kids. They are sitting as far apart as possible while still remaining in the same space. Misaki sits in a booth, flushed, staring into space. Hei is at the bar facing the opposite direction, drink in hand. Bandaged hand; he appears to have torn it up rather badly.


Reality sucks sometimes.]





[[Experiment end]]

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

...Are you sure, Hei?

[contract_star]

[Looks like he's going to answer for a moment, but then doesn't.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't say anything, just sits next to him in case he does want to talk eventually}

[contract_star]

[Sorry, Diva, you might be there awhile. Hei keeps drinking.]

[madamemoiselle]

{It's okay, she can wait}

[contract_star]

[It's a long, long time before he actually speaks, and by then he's gone through quite a bit of alcohol.]

'Member how you said you wanted kids bad? What'd'you if someone took 'em 'way?

[madamemoiselle]

...Be upset, of course.

[contract_star]

S'pose they were just fake though? Like a dream.

[madamemoiselle]

Maybe. But they were real to Hei.

[contract_star]

While th' lasted, sure.

[madamemoiselle]

They still are, I'm sure.

[contract_star]

...Hm...

[madamemoiselle]

{She places a hand on his} It'll pass. It hurts now, but...

I'm sorry, Hei.

[contract_star]

...Yeah. I know.