[ Maybe he should have kept the rest to himself, but this girl felt at least partially safe to talk to. Maybe it was just the booze telling him that, but it was good enough for him. ]
What happens when ya finally forgive 'em, and then they tell ya somethin' new altogether that you ain't sure you can handle?
I'm guessing by the beer that they just told you? Then you give yourself time. Then you decide it they were worth forgiving or if you forgave because you were scared. But the time part? It's important.
[ The very last thing Will had anticipated was someone caring enough to give him actual good advice. For a moment he just gave her a dismissive look, but the longer he let the words settle the more sense they made. Will finished off his beer and pushed it aside, a small hesitation coming between the action and his next words. ]
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[Sitting down, she snags one of the cans and leans back, mouthing the name as she reads the can.]
Are we toasting to anything?
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To misery and confusing relationships.
[ He was kind of at the point of being more blunt than usual, if that was possible. ]
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Works for me. To less misery and better relationships.
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That's a pretty tall order, love.
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If you're hoping for a small order, you're doing it wrong.
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Seems I do most things wrong anyway.
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Projecting here. What does 'most things' really mean?
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Ya got it right the first go. As for what went on between us...
[ He really couldn't tell her even if he wanted to. ]
Let's put it this way: if I wasn't such a shoddy boyfriend the two of us might actually be speakin'.
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You screwed up. [That's what she's getting, anyway.] So, why are you here drinking instead of there, apologizing?
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Can't expect her to forgive me when I ain't even sure I can forgive what she did.
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[ Will absently fingered the top of the beer, his mind wandering for a moment. ]
It ain't as easy as ya make it out to be.
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[ Maybe he should have kept the rest to himself, but this girl felt at least partially safe to talk to. Maybe it was just the booze telling him that, but it was good enough for him. ]
What happens when ya finally forgive 'em, and then they tell ya somethin' new altogether that you ain't sure you can handle?
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You got a name?
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Skye. Yours?
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Will.
Your advice ain't half bad, Skye. You always got smart things to say?
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Usually only after I make a pretty stupid decision to learn from.
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You got lover's woes of your own?
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[As casually as she speaks about it, she'd really liked him, too.]
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