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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[crushed_pearls]

"Haste is your enemy here, buddy. You don't have to do anything. Love's beautiful and powerful but it doesn't have to be acted on; it can be something you keep for yourself. Even if you do decide to act, like...it's not like we have a time limit here. Where's everyone gonna go, Disneyland? We fuckin' live here."

[serialskiller]

"What is Disneyland?"

Irrelevant.

"It's not just Helena that I love, if that's the right word for the feeling. Like, she's special, she's my favorite human, but she's not the only one."

[crushed_pearls]

"Technically a specific theme park, often used to refer to several related theme parks by the same brand because living language generally bends to convenience rather than accuracy."

Irrelevant her ass, after the deck thing Erin is Explaining.

But she's also listening. She pushes her empty plate aside and takes her coffee up; easy excuse not to be 'looking' at her friend. "You've got a big heart, buddy. I'm not surprised, but 'm listening."

[serialskiller]

"You already promised, back at the beginning of this conversation, not to make this weird."

It's important to remind her that before saying this.

"I think I love you too?"

[crushed_pearls]

Erin's not sure what to do with that but she is pretty sure her immediate intense blush and sense of surprise are already making this weird. Thankfully there's an easy out to get her composure back: "Y'know I think I'm still hungry I'm gonna go be an extinction event on that shrimp berightback -"

Up from the table! TO THE SHRIMP!

[serialskiller]

Murderbot is not at the table when she gets back.

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[crushed_pearls]

"...Yeah I made that weird."

She's still going to eat the shrimp, with a shy little smile the entire time.