[locked to Cain]

[deep_red_bells]

We gotta chat, Callahan.

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[fear-noevil.livejournal.com]

Okay.

...Bee? Thanks. I know you're prolly just getting into this for Hank's sake, and it means everything to me.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I know some of you guys still aren't happy with me for leaving, but I don't care. You're still my friends, no matter where I am.

Speaking of which, we're leaving soon? So call me later so I can tell you where we're headed.

[fear-noevil.livejournal.com]

If Hank's still giving you shit, just tell me and I'll call her on it.

Not a prob, Bee. I'll give you a buzz this evening. That's okay for you, right? Still can't keep these damn time zones straight...

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

No, she's not, it's...

Nothing.

Ten hours ahead, I think. But it's fine. I'll be up. I don't sleep much.

[fear-noevil.livejournal.com]

Hey...talk to me, yo. What's wrong?

Got it...but fuckin' stop it. You need sleep, ai'ight?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

It's nothing. It's really dumb.

I sleep a few hours during the day, usually. Don't start pulling that doctor crap on me. You know slayers don't need much sleep.

[fear-noevil.livejournal.com]

You should hear some of the crap I been dealing with from Queen Sass herself. Try me, c'mon.

Fuck you, my doctor crap's all I got left. You know I worry...paternal instincts, fucking humor me.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I really don't want to. It's really dumb.

I'm fine, really...though I did slice the hell out of my hands last night. Long story, but GOD, they just ached for hours.

[fear-noevil.livejournal.com]

Hey, what're friends for if not to listen to the dumb shit?

If you still got any open cuts, rinse 'em in salt water. Clean and cauterize 'em. Ice 'em down, and double up on the Advil. With food, goddamnit, don't let me catch you taking that shit on an empty stomach again.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I don't like making myself feel or sound dumb, though.

Nah, they're all closed up. Pretty much healed. I don't think they'll even scar.

[fear-noevil.livejournal.com]

Between friends, ain't shit that's really dumb, Bee. I think if Hank was here, she'd call you a moron for thinkin' it. *tries not to smile*

Long as they feel better. Take the Advil anyway, just to be sure, ai'ight?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

DROP IT.

I'm fine.

[fear-noevil.livejournal.com]

Bee?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Just drop it.