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[onlyoneof]

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[onlyoneof]

Hey.

... want a cup?

[skepticalities]

Yeah.

. . . I'm sorry.

[onlyoneof]

Apology accepted.

[hands him a cup of coffee]

[skepticalities]

[takes it, just holding it for the moment.]

I'm tired of— the fighting, of feeling angry, and then of feeling like it's all my fault. It's not . . . couples fight, but this isn't healthy.

[onlyoneof]

[but it IS your fault this time]

... okay.

[skepticalities]

[that is part of the problem.

. . . sips his coffee.]

[onlyoneof]

We'll do whatever you think is best for you.

[skepticalities]

— Peter, this goes both ways. And this— it's not fair to you at all.

[onlyoneof]

[look at your boyfriend swallowing his feelings and keeping a poker face. Aren't you proud?]

I'm fine with it.

[skepticalities]

. . .

[onlyoneof]

[TOTALLY FINE WITH WHATEVER HAPPENS. HE IS A MATURE ADULT AND THERE IS NOTHING WRONG]

[skepticalities]

[eyes him carefully for a few more moments, then heaves a sigh.]

So. How do we fix this?

[onlyoneof]

I don't know. I mean, you were gonna try to talk to me but that doesn't seem to be working and I can't guess at what's wrong when there is something wrong.

[skepticalities]

I don't feel like I can talk when it feels like the "wrong" thing can send you off to your workshop.

[onlyoneof]

That's not fair. You know I would've stayed if you'd asked me to.

[skepticalities]

Actually, no. I didn't know.

[onlyoneof]

Well. I would have. I didn't know you wanted to talk because you didn't say anything.

[skepticalities]

You made it clear that you were annoyed at me. You'd normally just . . . storm off and spend your time at the workshop until you felt like coming back or until I went over there.

[onlyoneof]

I was cranky and I got up and I figured I'd work since I'd gotten dressed and all.

[skepticalities]

When you're like that, what makes you think you're approachable to any degree?

[onlyoneof]

How do you know I'm not if you don't try?

[skepticalities]

I have and it's sparked some of our other dumb fights. I'm not saying it's your fault, but what I'm getting at is that it isn't mine either.

[onlyoneof]

I didn't think we were fighting until you stormed off in the middle of the night.

[skepticalities]

I left because I didn't want to fight with you.

[onlyoneof]

[ugh sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his face]

I apologized when I came back. I went to bed, you fell asleep on your desk, and I woke you up rudely because you falling asleep on your desk was stupid. Then you ran off, despite me making it clear I didn't want you to.