OOM: Communication, Take Two:

[withamagicword]

Three Weeks, Rock-Time, later...


Billy is in his bed, using the magic letting him just be Billy for a little while, when he decides to try to say hello again. It's been three long weeks of studying for him, and work around the Rock and a lot of busy such. But it has been busy as heck and not a lot of time to work on anything. But he has thought, and he has remembered, and he has hoped.

He settles into a trance and gets comfortable as his mind reaches out, slowly, towards Stephanie.

::Hello? Stephanie? Is this a good time to talk?::

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph's in the Bar when he calls, wrapped around a rafter with a mug in one hand; startled, she almost drops it, and a few drops of cocoa splatter the floor below.

::One second,:: she promises, already on her way down, ignoring curious glances from those she whizzes past on her way to the stairs.

Back in the suite, she heads straight into her bedroom and slams the door pointedly behind her. Not even well-meaning brothers are welcome now.

Heart in her throat, she sits on the edge of the bed and sends ::Okay. Uh. I'm here.::

[withamagicword]

He waits and smiles nervoiusly to himself, then smiles again at her voice.

::Hey beautiful. Time has been moving here and ... I missed you. A lot. How are you doing?::

[alwaysroomforhope]

She hugs a pillow to her chest.

::Okay. Nervous. Um. You?::

[withamagicword]

::Tired, nerviys, frazzled, exhausted... among other things. I've lost track of Milliways time... how long has it been since we last talked by your reckoning?::

The words tumble out quickly, nervousness and almost shyness filling him.

[alwaysroomforhope]

::Two days,:: she tells him. ::Two long days. It's. I've missed you.::

She has. But she's been afraid to call to him - not when he asked for space. If space is all she can give, then she'll give it, for him.

[withamagicword]

::Two days? That's all--::

Shock rolls off him for a moment.

::It's been three weeks here...::

He shakes his head.

::Things got manic busy, insanely so. I have missed you so much. I cannot even begin to tell you how much I have missed you.::

[alwaysroomforhope]

::You're not ... you don't hate me?::

Because that's the important part, really. She bites her lip, waiting for an answer.

[withamagicword]

He draws a breeath and shakes his ehad.

::No.::

He sighs, banging his head on the bed.

::Might be easier if I did, but I dont. I love you, Steph. That hasnt changed. I am hurt, a lot, but I love you.::

He sighs.

::Have you thought, really thought, about what happenned and how you feel?::

There is some mental doubt in his tone.

[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph hugs her pillow and lets herself fall backward, hitting the bed with a soft thunk.

::I feel sick,:: she admits unhappily. ::I wish I could change it. I'd give anything not to have hurt you. I hate myself.::

[withamagicword]

::Please dont....::

He sighs.

::What I want... what I need to know is why? Why did you do it? And what do you feel about him now? And me?::

[alwaysroomforhope]

::I don't know. I wish I could give you answers.:: She won't cry. She won't. ::I don't know why I did it, and I don't know why I don't hate him. I do know I love you. That hasn't changed.::

[withamagicword]

he closes his eyes and sighs.

::Can you tell me you wont do it again?::

He fears her answer.

[alwaysroomforhope]

It's slow in coming.

She doesn't know. She could have sworn once she'd never do it in the first place.

But now she knows better, and she'll be on guard, right. She won't let it creep up on her.

::...I promise.:: It's only faintly uncertain.

[withamagicword]

He feels that slight tinge but he doesnt want to hear it, doesnt want to acknowledge it and he is just Billy right now and ... he loves her.

::OKay...::

He sends a wave of love towards her.

::I love you. When are you unggrounded again?::

A gentle mental touch, a soft kiss touches her.

[alwaysroomforhope]

She's still guilty and miserable - but that touch reassures her, lets her relax a little.

::Two weeks, he said, so still a week and a half. I hope it goes quick. I miss you.::

[withamagicword]

he groans.

::I miss you too... two weeks is going to kill me! ::

he sighs.

::I will send to you every few days your time, if that is okay?::

[alwaysroomforhope]

::Maybe it'll go quicker your time. And please do. I miss you.::

The next week and a half is going to be forever.

[withamagicword]

He sends for a moment, his dreams of her, of them, sweating, together, flesh to flesh, kissing, holding each other, then follows it by a touch of the love he feels for her.

::I will and I miss you too, cutie. I love you.::