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[dendarii]

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.

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[dendarii]

There's really not much more to tell, honestly. Besides, don't you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable with this topic?

[failureisntachoice]

[ She leans back in her seat and shrugs. ]

Uncomfortable, no. [ A tinge of jealously maybe, but he's not hearing that from her right now. ] Why, are you?

[dendarii]

... A little. Yes. I'm complaining about my newest ex to my previous ex.

[failureisntachoice]

It sounds like you need to have the 'where do you want this to go' talk at the first lunch.

[dendarii]

Apparently. I'd hoped -

[ He clamps his mouth shut, not wanting to complain about being unloveable in front of an ex. ]

Must I come with a warning label?

[failureisntachoice]

[ What the hell? She gives him a strange look. ]

A warning label? Not unless you want to tattoo it to your forehead. I don't know what the hell that has to do with letting people know you're looking for the long haul.

[dendarii]

That would be the warning label. "Use caution, this sawed-off maniac may want a relationship with you someday."

[failureisntachoice]

[ She snorts. ]

Marriage is a lot more than just wanting a relationship. People tend to discuss it before dropping a bomb like that. As for Jim, I don't know what the hell his problem is.

[dendarii]

... Yes. Well. You were right to decline. I've accepted that.

Jim I'm still mad at.

[failureisntachoice]

[ That she'll give him. ]

You know, it'd save you some heartache if you just asked people if they want to go out on a date with you. Instead of calling it lunch or whatever. You'd know immediately if they were interested.

[dendarii]

[ He snorts faintly. ]

Who would agree to that?

[failureisntachoice]

...Are you seriously asking me that? I went on four dates with you. Hell, one of those I paid for the damn hotel room.

[dendarii]

Yes, but you agreed to lunch first. I practically tricked you into it. And then I messed it up by proposing.

[failureisntachoice]

How the hell did you trick me into lunch? If I didn't want to go, I would have left you at waiting at the restaurant. Alone.

[dendarii]

I mean lunch became dating. You'd never have agreed if I'd asked you flat out.

[failureisntachoice]

Oh, so you know what I'm thinking now?

[dendarii]

What were you thinking?

[failureisntachoice]

That you're smart and fun to be around. If you think I'm not picky with who I spend my time with, I might need to take back that first part.

[dendarii]

[ Ah. He can't help but flush a bit at the compliment. ]

... No, that would be a disservice to you.

[failureisntachoice]

[ She snorts and focuses more on her food. Flush on his cheeks always was a good look for him. ]

Yeah, so stop insulting me by thinking I had no damn choice in that month or so we were dating.

[dendarii]

My apologies. That wasn't my intention.

[ He sags a bit in his chair, the pink fading from his cheeks and ears. ]

[failureisntachoice]

Apology accepted. [ A beat, then: ] And I'm sorry for how it ended. You didn't deserve that.

[dendarii]

Are we still talking about Jim?

[failureisntachoice]

No, because I can't say anything for what he did. And you haven't told me everything that happened with you two.

[dendarii]

Then you really can't say I didn't deserve that.