IC Inbox (Drift Fleet)

[whatisright]

[Messages meant for Justice's communicator, or people visiting him.

Please mention method of contact and time of contact.]

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[bryces_pup]

[It's strange to be this close to him, he who used to not know what to do with even a pat on the shoulder. But she doesn't mind; it's certainly better than the distance that has been between them for weeks.

She offers him the bottle of wine all the same, in case he wants more.]

I should be the one saying that. And I am. I'm very sorry. Hurting you was never my intention, but it inevitably happened. [There's no going back and changing it. All she can hope now is that they move forward and learn from this. One step at a time.]

[whatisright]

[Justice nods in acceptance. It's possible for both of them to hurt each other, and for both of them to have something to apologize for, he supposes. He doesn't like how messy things are in this world, how murky and uncertain, but he has to deal with it.

He takes the bottle for one more drink before putting it aside. His head is fuzzy, but not drunk. Grudgingly, he has a better understanding of why Oghren may have wanted to prolong the fuzziness forever.]

I know it was not your wish to hurt me.

[Justice may not be able to trust his ability to sense lies anymore, but he believes her. If she wanted to hurt him, there were many ways she could a long time ago. She is his friend, and she's not afraid of him. He has to believe that.

For now, he just feels exhausted. The struggle to deal with all of these feelings and indecision tires him like nothing else ever has. He just wants to be close to Riona.]