[MYL] 35.3: A list of things you're willing to steal.

[deep_red_bells]

--Kisses
--The last Pop Tart
--The last soda
--Drew's art supplies because it drives him insane
--My shoes back from those that stole them from me
--A moment or two to myself
--Julian's shirts

Comments

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Huh...

Say it out loud. What's the deal, pickle? Deal pickle? Dill pickle?

...One of my grandmother's friends used to say it all the time. :P

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

...you're such a fucking cornball.

I miss you.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I can't help it! I was raised by them! This is the same woman that had it put on her tombstone, I swear to God, "I told you all that I was sick."

I miss you too, kiddo.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Okay, seriously: cool broad.

So...are you coming home yet? Annie is singing some stupid song at the top of her lungs about chickens and lemurs.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

She was, she seriously was. I miss her so much.

I'm working on it! Jeez! That's like the question of the day!

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

I know the feeling. My mom was pretty cool herself.

Dude. I ask because she's INSANE. Did I mention the chickens and lemurs?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

You never talk about her much.

HA. God, I miss you guys.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

She died. It was ugly. I miss her. Not much else to say.

We...I miss you, too. Seriously, yo.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Still hurts too much to talk about much else?

I miss you too, kiddo. Seriously.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

No. Yes. Doesn't hurt, just scares me.

Patrolling is boring the shit out of me without you around. Especially since Dad...well, I won't discuss what I almost got caught doing. Last thing I need is to be grounded for two years.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I remember the feeling.

Um....does it have anything to do with Joe?

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*nods*

...were you there when she died?

Fifth amendment. The net has ears, namely my aunt's.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

Yep. Right by her side.

Ah.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Did it help? Being there? Or did it fuck with your head?

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

It would've fucked with my head a whole lot more if I hadn't been there, I think.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

*nods and gets quiet*

I kind of lived at the hospital when Mom got sick. They've freaked my shit out ever since. I kinda hate it. Being freaked, I mean. Makes me feel like a total pussy.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

I hated them for a long time, too. I hated the chemotherapy place the most...I still hope I never have to go back to that section of a hospital again. Just, so wanted to throw something at those nurses some days.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

When Ruby beat up Dad, sitting with him in the ER just about killed my shit. I had nightmares for days.

Dad says I could probably be a doctor if I wanted to, but I get creeped out just sitting at my station in biology. All the test tubes and shit.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

If you really wanted to, hon, you could move past it. You could.

[hank-callahan.livejournal.com]

I've heard that before, and it all sounds like the same shit: it'll get better, it'll hurt less, you'll learn to live your life again.

It all sounds like forgetting to me, and I'm forgetting enough as it is. The pain's the only way I remember.

[deep-red-bells.livejournal.com]

That's the dumbest thing I think I've ever heard.