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goawayleavemealone) wrote2018-09-23 10:12 pm
goawayleavemealone) wrote2018-09-23 10:12 pm
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So it takes him a while
It takes him a while to pick up the bloody phone and call, because...
Well, things are busy. It's not an actual walk in the park to run a government intelligence agency, and he has a lot on his plate with that, to say nothing of his crazy ol' dad, who's been sick and a sister who hasn't been around much recently.
But he shoulda called sooner.
it's not that he doesn't care. He cares, it's just...
It's Pryde.
It's Pryde and she was gonna marry the bloody Russian.
Still.
Shoulda called sooner.
So he taps her icon in his contacts, sits back in the chair at his office, and he waits.
Well, things are busy. It's not an actual walk in the park to run a government intelligence agency, and he has a lot on his plate with that, to say nothing of his crazy ol' dad, who's been sick and a sister who hasn't been around much recently.
But he shoulda called sooner.
it's not that he doesn't care. He cares, it's just...
It's Pryde.
It's Pryde and she was gonna marry the bloody Russian.
Still.
Shoulda called sooner.
So he taps her icon in his contacts, sits back in the chair at his office, and he waits.
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Pete blows out a breath. "Pryde. You know how I feel about you. Have felt, for a really long time. I didn't leave because of Rigby, or how you may or may not have felt about him, that had very, very little to do with why we broke up." He gazes at her, leaning back against the closed door. "I left, because it had become abundantly clear that we weren't making each other happy anymore, and as much as I loved you...you're right. You were really young; too young to be getting involved with someone who had been through all of what you were goin' through already."
He takes a breath. "As for us...for this? It's been thirteen years since we were together. As much as we both like to think we still know each other? The truth is it's not that simple. We're both different people, and before we start talking about marriage, or...divorce, which...Christ, Kitty. You just broke off two engagements in the span of six months. Do you even know what you want? Because I'm really not sure you do. However 'right' things might always feel with you an' me...you need to take a breath and think about what it is you're looking for."
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And yet, two engagements in six months. "Quill gave me some needed fun again but let's face it, the man has the emotional maturity level of a turnip. And fun doesn't last forever on its own. Plus hes always running from something and being the source of his own problems--and in space, so they are galactic problems. I had good reason for the break up--but getting myself into that position on the first place is a different matter."
She runs a hand over her head and takes the beanie off. She shakes her hair out, but given how she hadn't brushed it to begin with, it sticks out of place once the beanie is off.
She smiles softly. "I want someone whom I can create a life with. Someone who can call me on my bullshit. Someone to have children with. Someone who isn't trying to turn me into someone that I'm not. Someone who can make me laugh and hold me when I cry."
Kitty shrugs. "I needed this to be said before I go to England with you. I don't have any expectations about this. I'll stay as long as I'm wanted there. If you and I rekindle our relationship, wonderful, if not that's fine as well."
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"Let's just...we'll see how it goes, yeah?" he says softly.
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"You're lucky I'm such a sap," he teases.
And that I'm still in love with you, he doesn't say.
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