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TAAKO

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Pâtissier

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"You've got Taako. I'm too busy to take your call right now, leave a message."

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No, I just-- [That temptation is there again, but he can hear the tightness in her voice and after everything, he still loves her. Maybe he'll never forgive her, but he'll never stop loving her, either.] I'm glad you said it. I'm glad you finally fucking get it.

[It won't make him forgive her, but maybe it's a step towards something like it.]

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(Lucretia exhales slowly, leaning back in her chair and finally looking at him. He has this strange expression on his face, like he can't decide if he wants to yell at her or not. Thankfully, though, he seems to be sticking to 'not', which she is selfishly glad for.)

Me too.

(She's not good at being wrong.

She reaches for another pastry without thinking, popping it into her mouth and then passing the plate over to him.)

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[Taako takes one of the pastries, if only to give himself something to do while he keeps turning all this over in his head, because despite reaching some kind of conclusion about how he feels, it's still difficult.

After a few moments of silence, he speaks up again.]

I still don't-- I can't, uh, remember much of that? When you left us. It's still kinda static-y.

[He wonders if it's because Fisher and was taking so much, because he was still struggling from the first loss of memories when the rest were taken.]

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(She doesn't talk with her mouth full this time, taking the time to chew and swallow.)

Mmm. Erasure upon erasure; I wouldn't be surprised if... if too much at once fogs a few things up.

(She's glad he doesn't quite remember that. It had all felt so horrible and strange, walking them to their respective places as a stranger, and leaving them behind scattered, and without her.)

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[Taako makes a noncommittal noise, falling back into silence as he consider what to say next. None of this is easy, and he's still kind of struggling with what to say, how to address any of this.]

Would-- would you change it, if you could?

[She can't, but that isn't what he's asking.]

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Yes.

(No consideration required: she's been thinking about this one a lot lately.)

But I can't. (And it hurts, to have that clarity. Especially knowing that once she returns she'll forget that any of this happened, and continue on for a decade. Lucretia is scared to be that alone again.)

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Yeah, I know.

[But it means something that she'd change it, because it's one thing to apologize after everything has happened and another to really, properly realize that it was a shitty fucking thing to do.]

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(They both fall silent again. It's not uncomfortable, but it is quite final; they both have a lot to think about, now. Lucretia feels like she wants to go lie down and sleep for a week. When she wakes up the ghosts and the memories will be gone, and maybe this horrible chasm between her and Taako will have lessened a little.)

Anyway that's uh... that's it. That's all I had to say.

(She moodily takes another pastry but doesn't eat it, just looks at it for a bit.)

If you want to leave that's cool.

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[That offer to leave is genuinely considered for a long moment; he doesn't feel like there's more he can say to her right now and it's probably best if he doesn't try to come up with something, since that's likely to end with him fumbling even more.

But he's not sure if he wants to leave, either.]

You wanna watch trashy reality TV?

[They can watch and not talk, or talk about dumb life choices that people make, without having to get into all their own bullshit.]

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... Yeah.

(That actually sounds pretty good. Besides, they've known each other for a century: they've long got past the point where they feel like they have to force conversation. She uses mage hand to gently toss the remote toward Taako while she gets up to make herself a cup of tea.

And then pauses by the cabinet instead.)

Wine?

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[Taako grabs the remote and starts flicking through the TV, trying to find something trashy enough to watch.]

Oh, I'm actually doing a detox, no wine for me. [He says it with a straight face, but can only last about three seconds before he snorts.] Can you fucking imagine? Gimme a glass of red.

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Oh, you almost got me there.

(She finds a nice bottle of syrah and two glasses, and wanders back over to sit beside him on the couch.)

Anything good on? (By good she means terrible; she passes him a very full glass of wine.)

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[He lifts his legs up to give her room, then promptly puts them back down on her lap as he takes ]the glass]

Quarantine's next top model or that weird one where they're all trapped in an underwater house and everyone's got cameras in their necklaces?

[Next level Big Brother.]

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What?

Uh, the first one.

(More chance of hot girls. Sue her. Lucretia settles an arm comfortably on Taako's legs and pours herself an equally large glass of wine. At least, despite everything, they will always have this. )

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You got it.

[There's a lot to deal with, for both of them, but at the end of the day they're still family, so he can sit with her and watch shitty reality TV and not talk about all the shit between them.]