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WHO: Wrath and George
WHAT: I AM SORRY I SUCK SO HARD IN THE BAD WAY
WHEN: Tuesday? Whatever day today is. I am so good at this
WHERE: George's
WARNINGS: Wrath's sailor mouth and self-harm

Wrath had now had a few days to stew over her fight with George. At first she had been furious, but her night out with Lust had fixed that. Then there was just sadness which, over time, converted to self-loathing as it always did with Wrath. She now felt like the entire fight was her fault, and everything bad that ever happened to them was her fault and George couldn't possibly hate her more than she hated herself.

It was only spotting the Saint George bracelet Patrick had gotten her, sitting benignly on her nightstand, which made her seek George out instead of just taking everything out on herself. He was a saint and maybe there as a chance, a slim one, that he didn't hate her and he wouldn't break up with her.

That was how she found herself at his door, her skinny arms wrapped around herself. She knocked and then waited, holding her breath and barely able to keep her tears in.

George was laying on the couch, taking a moment to indulge in some extravagant self-loathing.

"Not even the dogs love me," he muttered into the cushions, looking over where Bunny and Downpatrick were dozing. He heard a noise that may or may not have been Kellan doing the cat equivalent of a snort, but he ignored it. The knock at the door startled him.

"Just a minute!" he called, pulling himself to his feet and putting a shirt on. He opened the door and was very surprised to find Wrath on the other side. "Wrath?"