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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]

"...How the fuck are you already the ideal girlfriend..."

Erin coughs; she heard it, she hadn't meant to say that out loud. "I mean. Good idea."

[decrypter]

"An ideal girlfriend wouldn't be fretting over potentially committing some cardinal sin towards the relationship. She'd just know what to do."

She says it lightly, though Erin will know the reality in it.

"But it's nice, Erin, even if I'm going to keep worrying. It's nice to spend time together and hold their hand and share meals and kiss them." A tiny pause. "The girl I was when I showed up here would have never believed any of that would be possible."

[crushed_pearls]

"The girl you were still had a cop in her head telling her lies about her worth and her body," Erin murmurs. "And it's been nice watching you drag that cop out of your head and shoot them until the gore is no longer recognizable as human."

Beat.

"...That metaphor went dark but I stand by it."

[decrypter]

"They're still breathing, I think."

She's not going to shame Erin for her dark metaphors.

"I just...try to ignore it."