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[hellofist]

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[Cass inhabiting the CTS isn't a new Barge occurrence, but it's not typical for her to go in looking upset and come out still... really looking upset. But here she is, sitting on the floor outside the CTS to catch her breath and wait for her legs to start working again because it's been a few hours now of nothing but punching and kicking and pushing herself so she wouldn't feel anything, but it's not really doing the job this time around.

So yeah, she's kind of brooding outside the CTS like any good Bat does after an upsetting day.]


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Out.


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[She goes back into the CTS after her break, but it's still not enough. In the end she's just on her knees punching the floor until her hands are bleeding and that helps, finally. Only took her hours to get there. Finally she leaves the CTS and makes her way back home to wait for Merlin. He can fix her, her hands and her heart.

It's a bit surprising, though, that she runs into him in the hallway, him approaching the door from the other direction. Even after everything, she's able to smile when she sees him.]

Was just... gonna find you. Hi.

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[myresponsibility]

[Peter's been keeping out of the way and to himself for the most part after port ended. It was harder to want to pick himself up and make himself do stuff when he didn't really have anything to do here, and the depression and isolation he felt were hard to shake off.

Talking to Bond had helped, and he was trying, really trying to just suck it up and act like things were fine, which was why he'd headed up to the deck instead of just staying cooped up in his room.

It's also why he hesitates for a long moment before approaching Cass, because he's very intimately aware of what despair feels like and how desperately she might need to be alone right now. But Cass was the person who'd reached out to him during that flood where everything had been horrible, and so he cautiously approached her, keeping his hands shoved in his jacket pockets.]

Hey.

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[hellofist]

[It means a lot that he even tries when she can see how little he actually wants to be out here, doing this. She smiles at him when he comes over and it actually sticks, which is honestly a little surprising to her.]

Hi Peter.

[She pats the floor beside her, inviting him to sit if he'd like.]

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[myresponsibility]

[Peter hesitates, obviously still fighting the instinct to be alone and let her be alone, but he finally shuffles over and awkwardly sits down next to her, crossing his legs and sitting in silence for a long moment, awkward and not quite sure what to do or say.]

You okay?

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No.

[She sighs, leaning her head back against the wall.]

My father... is on Barge. Inmate. [That should at least give him a basic idea of how un-good this whole thing is.] Try to avoid him, but... couldn't, today.

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[myresponsibility]

[He didn't know Cain well at all, really, and he hasn't been checking the network that often lately, so he hasn't seen his post and doesn't know what had been going on. But that's still lousy, and he really can't imagine what that has to feel like.]

Sorry. That's gotta be hard.

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[hellofist]

[She nods, because it is. It almost seems impossible to deal with right now, but she'll pull herself out of it. She always does, it's just going to take longer this time, she thinks.]

He was... pretending to be good. Good father. He's... really not. So I said something.

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[myresponsibility]

Good. I mean, jeez, that sucks. [And it would be easy for someone to lie about that here, if there was no one here to say they were lying. Sure, people didn't take everything people said here at face value, but sometimes, they did.] He shouldn't get away with that stuff.

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[hellofist]

He won't. Can't. Said it... where everyone would see. They'll know, now. Won't be tricked.

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[myresponsibility]

Good.

I'm still sorry.