[ she can hear it, in spite of her own breath and tears and the effort she puts into trying to quiet both so she can talk to him. because this conversation is important to have and to complete and she doesn't want to get so caught up that she can't have it. but just as she's feared, it's difficult to stop once she's started. tears still leak down her cheeks even as she calms her breathing down, and her heart aches a little more at hearing goldie whimpering.
he puts the ball in her court, and then takes it back and makes the offer to meet her where she is. it's unexpected and it occurs distantly to her that he hasn't been here before - not that she makes a habit of having visitors, really, but it's always been her going to him. usually because she'd make the offer (or invite herself over) first, but it's still something. ]
Okay. Yeah. I'd like that.
[ maybe the conversation will be that much more difficult to have in person, but the effort can't just be on his part if they really want to move forward. and she does. ]
( maybe it will be difficult. maybe he'll have to talk to the wall or the dog will have to sit between them like a referee, only they're allowed to pet her for moral support. it's entirely possible that they'll be tired of emotion and talking and they'll just... put it off a little longer. sleep on it. crack into it again tomorrow. Daniel has to guess she has questions as as much as he doesn't want to answer them — isn't that sort of what she needs now? honesty?
he can do it. if he doesn't want to leave their friendship in shattered ugly pieces on the floor from tearing it up on purpose, then it's the only option. because if he goes back to what he always does, distance and secrets and dealing with things at the bottom of a bottle of bourbon, then they'll just end up in the same bitter place again later. maybe they still will anyway. it's just that Daniel isn't enough of an asshole to ask her for another chance with the willful intention of ruining it. )
Okay. Okay. ( he breathes out, and pets the dog, because honestly Goldie Hawn. crying is not helping the crying. it just means there's more crying!!!! ) We'll come down then. Half an hour maybe? ( Daniel vaguely knows where Max lives, it's just a part of the paperwork and contracts and permission slips he's signed for her 8 thousand jobs. it does occur to him that she's never asked for him to come to her, and he's never offered — maybe that's another step in making things between them better.
[ she doesn't tend to invite people to where she lives. there's been maybe one guest she's had over since laura had moved out and then disappeared from the city, but for the most part if she's seeing somebody she ends up going to them. it hadn't been a conscious decision to not want anyone in her space, but it is something she'd gotten used to. it had just been easier to go to him. and she wouldn't have minded doing that again, but it means something that he made the offer to go to her instead. ]
Okay. [ there's less tearfulness and shakiness in her voice when she answers; she feels better knowing that they're making steps to fix what's been broken, that neither of them want to leave things as they'd been. none of this is going to be easy to work through, but that they both care enough to want to try gives her more hope than she's felt in weeks. ] I can meet you downstairs, then lead you up.
[ she isn't sure what questions she'll have, or if he'll have any for her. she's sure there are some that'll come to mind for both of them, but they can worry about that and when they'll actually be asked when he gets here. the night already been pretty emotionally taxing, but if he's making the effort, she wants to put forth an equal measure of it. ]
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he puts the ball in her court, and then takes it back and makes the offer to meet her where she is. it's unexpected and it occurs distantly to her that he hasn't been here before - not that she makes a habit of having visitors, really, but it's always been her going to him. usually because she'd make the offer (or invite herself over) first, but it's still something. ]
Okay. Yeah. I'd like that.
[ maybe the conversation will be that much more difficult to have in person, but the effort can't just be on his part if they really want to move forward. and she does. ]
wrap on urs perhaps???
he can do it. if he doesn't want to leave their friendship in shattered ugly pieces on the floor from tearing it up on purpose, then it's the only option. because if he goes back to what he always does, distance and secrets and dealing with things at the bottom of a bottle of bourbon, then they'll just end up in the same bitter place again later. maybe they still will anyway. it's just that Daniel isn't enough of an asshole to ask her for another chance with the willful intention of ruining it. )
Okay. Okay. ( he breathes out, and pets the dog, because honestly Goldie Hawn. crying is not helping the crying. it just means there's more crying!!!! ) We'll come down then. Half an hour maybe? ( Daniel vaguely knows where Max lives, it's just a part of the paperwork and contracts and permission slips he's signed for her 8 thousand jobs. it does occur to him that she's never asked for him to come to her, and he's never offered — maybe that's another step in making things between them better.
meeting somewhere in the middle. )
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Okay. [ there's less tearfulness and shakiness in her voice when she answers; she feels better knowing that they're making steps to fix what's been broken, that neither of them want to leave things as they'd been. none of this is going to be easy to work through, but that they both care enough to want to try gives her more hope than she's felt in weeks. ] I can meet you downstairs, then lead you up.
[ she isn't sure what questions she'll have, or if he'll have any for her. she's sure there are some that'll come to mind for both of them, but they can worry about that and when they'll actually be asked when he gets here. the night already been pretty emotionally taxing, but if he's making the effort, she wants to put forth an equal measure of it. ]