[Yeah, but if they're from the same work of fiction... then again, maybe they're like Lydia and their work of fiction is literally a tabletop role-playing game. Who the fuck knows!]
You're probably right, [he types finally.] God knows if it even matters what we *would* be doing if we were home, anyway. We're here, not there.
Anyway, um, I honestly didn't mean to freak you out about shit the other day. Which I know you know. And I know you know I know.
I'm not going to try to go back to Steven who is still nervous about his psychopathy for you or anything. That just invites trouble. But I am sorry it weirded you out so strongly.
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You're probably right, [he types finally.] God knows if it even matters what we *would* be doing if we were home, anyway. We're here, not there.
Anyway, um, I honestly didn't mean to freak you out about shit the other day. Which I know you know. And I know you know I know.
I'm not going to try to go back to Steven who is still nervous about his psychopathy for you or anything. That just invites trouble. But I am sorry it weirded you out so strongly.