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[ He did the same, though with a lot less enthusiasm. ]

That's a pretty tall order, love.

[She'll take a big drink of her own.]

If you're hoping for a small order, you're doing it wrong.

[ He took a few swallows of the beer before slamming it down on the table. He wasn't concerned about how loud it had probably been. ]

Seems I do most things wrong anyway.

[She has the can to her lips so she raises on eyebrow.]

Projecting here. What does 'most things' really mean?

What it always means. That I ain't ever gonna be good enough for the one person that matters.

Girl problems? Or..guy problems, I'm not here to judge. What happened?

[ ... did he look gay? Wow. ]

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'.

[Don't be silly Will, people can be gay without looking that way.]

You screwed up. [That's what she's getting, anyway.] So, why are you here drinking instead of there, apologizing?

[ He looked down, trying to think of an actual good reason as to why he wasn't doing just that. ]

Can't expect her to forgive me when I ain't even sure I can forgive what she did.

Ah. [She stares at him while she drinks.] Do you want her to?

Forgive me?

[ 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.

Maybe it's not as hard as you're making it out to be.

You ever had someone completely shatter your trust?

Once or twice. [Now, she's just circling the top with her finger, watching it.] Not very fun but it's not been permanent, yet.

So ya know how it feels.

[ 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. ]

You got a name?

[She reaches out to toss him another. Rather or not he got hammered on something like this wouldn't depend on one can.]

Skye. Yours?

[ He nodded to himself, catching the can and popping it open. ]

Will.

Your advice ain't half bad, Skye. You always got smart things to say?

[Here's where she would say something witty like "only if people listen" but it's okay to be honest, too.]

Usually only after I make a pretty stupid decision to learn from.

That makes for two of us.

You got lover's woes of your own?

Right now? Nope. [Drink.] But the last guy I was with ended up being a sell out, which is a big no in our business.

[As casually as she speaks about it, she'd really liked him, too.]

What business might that be?

[ It wasn't his place to be asking, but what else were they going to talk about? ]

We call it hactivism. Saving the world one keystroke at a time.

[Another drink.] Not that that's our logo or anything.

The bloody hell is hactivism?

[ He's not too sharp on technological things. Explain it nice and slow, Skye. ]

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