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WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Backdated last Tuesday night
WHERE: Zoe's apartment
WHAT: Can we talk?
WARNING: Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear


The apartment was dark, the only light on in Zoe's bedroom, her door closed. The place was too empty and quiet and she tried to convince herself that she wanted to be alone right now anyways. Zoe was in her jammies of PJ bottoms and a tank top and she sat on her messy bed with a book in her lap, only occasionally stopping to make notes. She was trying to keep her mind off things. She'd turned her phone off since the day before, since.. it happened. She didn't know what would be worse, hearing Greed's excuse or finding out she didn't have any messages from him at all. Both scenarios were pretty bad so she just left the blasted thing off.

Her morning with Patience had drained her and left her more confused and upset than ever. She tried hard to not let what he was saying get to her but she knew it did. And she couldn't even ask Greed about it because he was God knows where.. who cared, he wasn't here. She felt like an idiot.

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Zoe smiled when he stole a kiss and chuckled, "Right this moment you think.." she narrowed her eyes, "Clever." she knew she couldn't keep him but as he kissed her cheek and neck she felt she could settle for this moment. Was it really a lie if you told it to yourself..?

She seemed thoughtful as she stayed cuddled in his arms, "I'm not sure. I'm not sure about a lot of things about this guy actually. He's rude, confusing, charming, amazing, frustrating, the most real and most imaginary person I've ever met. In fact.. the only thing I'm actually sure about?" she looked at him, "Is that I like him way more than I should." she gave him a mock serious look and shook her head, "But don't tell him that, he'll get a big head over it."

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"His head can only get bigger," he snorted. He may have not had that normal healthy flutter in his chest (more like acid reflux in his throat) that she did, but the more she expressed her adoration the more he was ready to dive in. His smile calmed to a more serious look, big blues scanning her up and down before meeting her eyes again. Those soft and quite intimidating brown eyes. His arms still held her, one hand braced on her leg, the other around her back as he muddled her nose for another kiss.