because i thought a primer was required before i just show up.
[Your comments re: her manner of dress previously matches to how she dresses currently... she thought there needed to be a small bit of information there before any "dropping by" happened.]
thats different. i was different. that didnt have months of us being friends. unless Im wrong and we arent friends. which btw text is not going to translate my hint of hopeful joking there.
That sigh, by the way, is exactly why I gave you the primer. If you don't want to come over, then you don't have to come over. I'm not going to demand it of you.
[That's okay, because she'll just bring it up when he shows up. It's possible that this is happening a lot later at night, since Sam had the brilliant idea for them to go drinking with Santana when she showed up mid-their duet. She would've gone home after that, though, needing to see Isaac when he got home from work and also getting back to all those messages she left people.
[Erica had time to change out of the tank top and mini skirt she'd arrived in, but she's definitely not hiding anything anymore. No more loose sweatshirts for her. So, the Erica that answers the door is more like the Erica from back home.]
[There's more in her demeanor that reminds him of 'old Erica' than the version he'd met here. Not that she wasn't old Erica then, but he didn't know her that well... oh, never mind. This was the more familiar Erica.]
How much time do I have? [It wasn't a question she wanted to just toss into a text message.]
If I go back... if get sent back home again, do you know how long I have? If I was at that rave before I showed up here and you've been back home. You know the truth and you're not going to lie to me.
[F*** YOU, ERICA! Why does he always get the hard questions? His shoulders slump and he turns away from her, looking out over the room and wishing she hadn't asked that.]
Until just after school starts. I think. I mean, I don't know exactly what day it happens, but by the time they find you...
Okay, so school gets out and the summer and then... okay. It's four months, five... that's - really shitty. [She moves toward the kitchen and gets a glass out, filling it with water from the tap.]
Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry that I had to ask you, but I knew you'd tell me.
[Erica decides against the drink and in an effort to clear out my inbox, the rest of this is just handwaved with some more uncomfortable silence and a bit of small talk before Erica thanks him for coming over, apologizing for making him come over... and then she tells him that he can leave.]
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[Your comments re: her manner of dress previously matches to how she dresses currently... she thought there needed to be a small bit of information there before any "dropping by" happened.]
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Just come over here and stop capslocking at me.
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[There's a long sigh.]
Fiiiiiine. Give me however many minutes it takes to get there.
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[And he actually did hang up.]
action → forever
People like Stiles.]
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Glad you didn't get lost.
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Hey, I got used to the city before you did.
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Do you want anything? Something to drink? I think we have ... bread? I have to go shopping tomorrow.
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Nah, I'm good. So, what do you want to talk about, miss chatty.
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If I go back... if get sent back home again, do you know how long I have? If I was at that rave before I showed up here and you've been back home. You know the truth and you're not going to lie to me.
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[F*** YOU, ERICA! Why does he always get the hard questions? His shoulders slump and he turns away from her, looking out over the room and wishing she hadn't asked that.]
Until just after school starts. I think. I mean, I don't know exactly what day it happens, but by the time they find you...
[It was too late.]
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Okay, so school gets out and the summer and then... okay. It's four months, five... that's - really shitty. [She moves toward the kitchen and gets a glass out, filling it with water from the tap.]
Thank you for telling me. I'm sorry that I had to ask you, but I knew you'd tell me.
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[Hey, if she wanted to know, it was her life. Or, end of life. However that worked.]
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Maybe I should have something stronger than water.
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[Yeah, he'd say that hearing the details of your own death were grounds for a shot or twelve.]
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