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[postictal]

You've reached Tim. Leave a message.

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[Voice]

[mypartnerintime]

[She considers arguing with him about it, repeating the whole "it's not your fault" thing. But... god. It's all too much already.]

Let's just... agree to disagree, Tim. [And get ready for the shit show.]

[Voice]

[postictal]

[...fine.]

[He's taken up enough of her time. He and Alex both have monopolized enough of her memories, enough of her mind, annexed enough of her thoughts between the two of them, to last her a lifetime.]

[To last them both.]

Either way, I... [He's already apologized. What else can he do?] Just...tell me. If you need anything.

[Voice]

[mypartnerintime]

Yup. [Her voice is a little clipped. She feels like she wants to add something. Another apology, or some kind words, or... fuck. Something that actually helps. But she has no idea what that is.

So instead she shuffles the phone awkwardly from one hand to the next. And back again.]

So I'll... see you around.

[Perfect words to end a life-changing conversation.

FML.]

[Voice]

[postictal]

...yeah.

[He hangs up. God, fuck this. Fuck their entire lives.]