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[takecourage]

She avoids him for as long as she can because, honestly, she's in no hurry to see that cold disdain in his eyes when he looks at her. She knows that he disapproves of her choices, that he wants her to better herself, and she can't help that her reaction to that is the same as it's ever been: to throw herself as far and as hard as she can in exactly the opposite direction. Her tattoos coming back on stage the other day is a whole different issue. She's wearing a hoodie zipped up to the neck, pulled down over her hands because that's just another coveration that she doesn't want to have with Darlington today.

But there's stuff at his apartment, a drawer in his dresser with a few t-shirts and her favourite panties and a pair of heels that she really wants to for a scene. She might have more money these days, but that doesn't mean that she wants to waste it. When she gets to Dimera, she knocks the door instead of just using her key.

Maybe she'll get lucky. Maybe he won't be hoe.

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[takecourage]

"You're the one who basically implied I'm fucking guys for money," she says. "So if that offends your sensibilities, maybe you'd better examine that, asshole." She snatches up her shoes and her bag from the table. "It would have been okay, you know? If you did it once and decided you didn't want to it again. That would have been okay." She's suddenly absurdly close to tears, which just serves to make her even more furious. "So why don't you tell me what the fuck I don't get."

[more_magic]

There is, maybe, a liquid brightness in her eyes. A hitch to her voice, just for a second. Darlington doesn't think he's imagining it. He's still so, so angry, the feeling of it roiling deep in the pit of his stomach, but the fact of those things--her fury, her sadness, all that they've entrusted each other with already--keeps it from spilling forth once more.

He's made so many mistakes. Failed her, again, and this time there's not even Lethe to share the blame.

"I wanted to do it again," he says, his own voice coming out faintly hoarse. He swallows once, hard. "And I knew I couldn't, because that's not...it wasn't going to happen again. There's no Lethe here, no need for Virgil or Dante, and I thought maybe in the absence of that? Maybe we could be friends. And we almost were. And now I don't know what to be to you."

Slowly, he goes past her, keeping far enough away that there's no possibility of either of them touching the other. He doesn't know, exactly, why he does it. Flipping the lock on the front door, he pulls it open. "But it seems now that the answer is nothing at all."

[takecourage]

Alex lets out a breath that feels like she's deflating, and shakes her head. When he opens the door, her stomach gives a sick lurch; of course he's throwing her out of his apartment. Why wouldn't he be?

"I wanted it to happen again too, you fucking asshole," she says, and then she turns on her heel and leaves before he sees her cry.