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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]

"This stops when you finish the thought you started there out loud, love," Erin promises/warns/threatens.

[pointofhonoria]

"You're a cruel mistress, you are. Arrite, arrite, God—" She groans and forces herself to sit more upright again. "You— you ain't delusional, so I must—" sighs, "—I must be attractive."

And now she's sinking in her chair again. Even lower than before..

[crushed_pearls]

Erin scoots her chair in closer and gently presses her forehead to Crabb's. Her wings fold in to shield her lover from the eyes of the world. "Yeah, you are," Erin murmurs. "My fierce and glorious flower. You've gotta live with yourself every single day and it breaks my heart that you seem to make that unlivable. Be nice to you, yeah?"

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb presses her forehead back against Erin's, nuzzling their noses gently and letting out a slow breath. "M'trying. Things are just—a mess."

Lately more than ever. She's keeping a brave face on about the cracks but there's still a part of her blaming herself for the fact the world seems to be falling apart.

[crushed_pearls]

"They'll always be a mess, my love. That's life." Erin tilts her head up to kiss Crabb's forehead and just holds her softly. "...I know I can't keep you here forever right now but when it's all done for the day I'ma fuckin' cuddle you so god damn hard."

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb huffs a faint laugh, leaning into her. "Y'sure I can't just stay here all day? Sure be bleedin' easier than this conversation..."

You know, like she and Johnny won't be basically cuddling on the couch by the end of the talk because it goes better than fine.

[crushed_pearls]

"Go face the music, my fierce flower."

Crabb gets a kiss for luck.

wrap probably

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb tries to drag out the kiss for as long as is at all reasonable, but eventually she sighs and gets up. "Go ahead and send that text, then."

It'll be fine, she tries to tell herself, and even if she's still panicking right now, at least that will prove to be true.