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[Dec stares somewhat blankly at the kitchen wall. Beside her is a tray of cookies, mostly burnt to a crisp. The surviving bits of dough have long since been freed from their charred bodies; eaten away one by one until there really is nothing left to salvage.

Any other day, Dec might feel wasteful leaving some behind. She'd eat the burnt bit just as readily as the crunchy bits (eventually, she still will).

For now, the day is young. The afternoon light as it floods the room is dreary at best, but relieving in some sense as she breathes it in. Clearer, somehow, then the air is in the rest of the house, despite the burnt cookie smell that lingers heavily.]

I really don't know what to do with myself today.

[It’s always going to be hard to talk to Dec now, Nathan knows. Because Dec will always be a reminder of who he was. She will always be the one who took care of him before Danny. And it was always hollow because she never knew what to say, only what to do. And Danny never really knew either, but he still somehow made it better.

But Nathan knows he can’t live without her. He knew it the moment she’d left. Because she was hauled off first. Their mother being dead was the only reason he went to hospital instead of prison. It meant a history of mental illness in the family and if he made one mistake in prison and they didn’t give him the proper care he needed, then the state would have to pay.

He glances back at the door he knows Danny’s behind, sleeping on the bed, before he shrugs.] We’ll go pick some up. And eat it all in the car.

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[She's tempted to take him up on it. Her pitas really are lonely, and it sounds like a plan that she can approve of. But she doesn't want to go out right now. The world is already spinning just a little too fast for her taste, and truth be told, she's not as bothered as she might force across.

Which she's sure Nathan knows, but that isn't the point.

Dec shakes her head and pops a pita in her mouth. It crunches a little too loud between her teeth, but she's alright with that. She doesn't have the words to reply quite yet. The girl still needs a few moments to process as a whole, and she has to think that she'll never exactly be quick to speak. It's just not her forte.

As soon as her hand is free of the chip, she pulls her hair out of her face. It's long, and steadily getting darker. Vaguely she notes that it might be time for a trim.]

That does sound like a great plan, but I'm going to take a rain check. Besides, I want the opportunity drink all of his coffee before he can when he makes it.

#nat

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That would be Danny. [Nathan says it with nonchalance and confidence, despite that he’s not actually sure whether or not it’s him. He knows he remembers the man saying something about missing it, though.

He’s not doing so well today, though he’s trying to pretend he is. Today isn’t a day that he misses the bitter taste of alcohol so much as it was that he woke up beside a sleeping Danny and didn’t feel right about it. Not that he didn’t love him and not that it wasn’t right, but things were bottled today. And maybe spending time with his sister was a good thing, was what he needed.] Or Tabitha. I know it’s not me. When did you start liking guacamole so much, anyway?

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The moment it graced my poor unsuspecting tongue. Guacamole has always been good, Nat.

[She smiles in spite of her faux annoyance. It's been a while since her brother has made her feel on edge. Not to say that it never happens anymore, but she thinks they're much better at talking to each other now. Or maybe just as well as they'll ever be. Either way she gestures to the bag of chips on the counter behind her absently.] Now my pitas are lonely.

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Look, I'm not a violent person, but whoever keeps eating all the guacamole needs to start sleeping with one eye open. [And it's mostly a joke. Syllables strung together with a confidence she's still only just learning to possess. It's still easier to use her board to speak, but she's at a point where she knows it doesn't really benefit her to. But the sarcasm is still somewhat shaky at best.

All the same, she glances over her shoulder at whoever is coming in. And she's only slightly surprised to find it easy to smirk slightly with the action.]