I need you to know that we'll be okay, together we can make it (rp for <lj site="livejournal.com" us

[deep_red_bells]

She had no idea what she was going to say. 'Just spit it out' sounded lovely and all, but it was much, much easier advised than put into practice. She sat curled up on the farthest end of the couch, Ruhun at her feet and Irina laying quietly at her side, a throw pillow clutched to her chest like a shield, a piece of armor. Her stomach churned in ways that she was sure had more to do with nerves than any sort of pregnancy related sickness...though her sudden aversion to Julian's aftershave disturbed her quite a bit. It just kept getting more and more real. She'd like to have told herself that it was all in her head, but she didn't see much point in self-deluding. Part of her knew. She didn't need a doctor to confirm it.

Now she just had to face the music and tell her fiance they were going to be parents.

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[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

He needed to get out. Out side, out of the whole awkward moment of where he had no idea what to say and everything he said kept coming out wrong. But he knew, knew, that would be wrong. He couldn't just go running out the door because she'd said she was pregnant. What sort of message would that send? But breathing wasn't coming easily, and he needed to figure out how to do that again. He didn't know how to be a father. He'd never had one, or rather, he'd had one that no child ever should have. He was a crap role model. He knew that, too. This...was wrong on so many levels.

He couldn't do this.

But he loved her, and so he had to do this, and he had to...figure out how to breathe. It wasn't working very well.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Had he just came out and said it, she would've understood, completely. 'Get the hell out' had been her first instinct, too, and the thick blanket of silence wasn't doing either of them any favors.

"Claire--I told Claire," she murmured, just grasping for something to say to break the silence. "She--when I found out--I had to talk to someone--I didn't know how to tell you--I'm sorry."

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

He nodded a little. "I...it's all right. I understand. I..." He closed his eyes.

"I think I might need to..." Freak the hell out in a way he couldn't with her, because he really didn't want her to see him that way, and remember that. "Would you mind...if I went to see Sylar?"

It was a stupid thing to ask, probably, but he needed to find a way to deal.

"I promise, I'll be back. I'm not...going anywhere. Just...I need to think."

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

She bit her lower lip and nodded, curling in tighter on herself. There was a flair of panic centered around the mad thought of He won't come back, but she cut it off fairly quickly. He promised he'd be back, he'd be back. He wasn't running away.

"I'll--I should call Annie," she remarked with a bit of a wince. Fuck, if Annie found out she'd told Claire before her, she'd be livid.

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

He nodded again, wrapping his arms around her tighter and tilting her head up for a moment to kiss her fiercely.

"Call Annie. Have her come over. And I'll be back in just a little while, I promise."

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

"You better," she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair and kissing him one more time, unable to keep from clinging to him a little before finally letting go.

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

He brushed her hair back when she let him go, eyes searching hers for a moment. "I will be," he promised one more time before leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead, and then he really had to leave before she saw how panicked he'd become.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

"Okay." She tried to smile to reassure him and had no idea if she managed it or not, gathered up the throw pillow and held it against her chest again, in no real hurry to get up and call Annie just yet. "Be careful."

[elementof-risk.livejournal.com]

"I will be. No...going off to do anything. Just...talking." And probably getting royally drunk. "I'll see you later...I love you."

And then he was retreating, fast, needing out of there, fresh air, something where he could make himself breathe again.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

"I love you too," she called to his retreating form, hoping he really meant that, that he just needed to talk, not go do something stupid. Again.