[private] there is ice and there is fire.

[subversion]

Light is perched halfway up a flight of stairs, hands folded in his lap. Who'd have thought it? He's wondering about life, the mansion and everything, and the things he saw in the death room, which won't leave him alone.

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[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

No. I haven't really processed all that, and-

[subversion.livejournal.com]

I know. I know. And it's your life, and for me it's just what could have been.

[Should have been, whispers the voice in back. His eyes are still red.]

I might see if I can find the flying room tonight.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

And the fact that you want it to happen really hurts.

Which is lame, but you know. I obviously have no perspective when it comes to you. I should go get some sleep.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

I know. It's wrong, it's stupid. I'm only human, Matt.

[Very tentatively, he rests his fingertips on her shoulder. I'm sorry. It's odd; he doesn't want his problems to complicate what that other one did to her.]

I'll see you tomorrow, perhaps.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow. We'll go shoot things.

[She stands, and picks up her tea.]

[subversion.livejournal.com]

Sounds a good idea.

[Somewhere, there's an urge to kiss her. He doesn't; she deserves better. He heads out of the door instead.]

Goodnight.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Night.

[She waits for him to go, before tipping the tea down the drain, then heading in the direction of home.]