backwordscompatible | IC CONTACT (HAVEN)

You also happen to be avoiding telling me the actual reason why.

What if I don't know the actual reason?

What if I'm not sure whether or not to believe you?

Then I guess we have what is known in the biz as an 'impasse.'

I guess so.

Although I should point out the fact that you deliberately called me. Which usually means you either want me to play messenger...or you're lonely and want company.

There's a third option. Maybe I want you to validate my poor life choices.

Again? How much validation do you need in you life, Kon?

All of it.

[S-I-G-H]

I'm coming back to the room now.

It's cool. You can justify my actions from over there.

[Whoops. Too late; she's already hung up and heading back to the apartment.]

[The nice thing about the fact that they shared a room was that she didn't need permission to be in there. A knock at the door to make sure he knew she was there and did a quick pants check (pants on? Check), and she stepped inside.]

Alright, what exactly am I validating, and how many jokes do you think I could get out of that line?

Laughs now or laughs in general? 'Cause I got to warn you now, my sense of humour didn't wake up with me this morning.

In general.

[She came over to her own bed. Sitting atop the blanket with her legs crossed and body facing him.]

Seriously, though, what's up with you suddenly?

I don't know. I got all the way to having my knees over the side of the bed, and then it kind of hit me that all I had to look forward to was the exact same things I did yesterday and the things I did the day before that. And then it was an hour later and I was still in bed.

And you couldn't think of something new to mix things up a bit?

What's the point? It'd distract me for a bit, but I'd still have to come back here a--

[Oh. So that's it.]

Here-here? You mean, the room?

Yeah. This room here where Conner is not.

[Her mouth opened in surprise, instinctively glancing over to Conner's bed.]

What happened? Is he...?

[Dead? ~~Again?~~]

I think so. I mean -- I don't even know when the last time I saw him was. I kind of vaguely remember him when I was sick but ... I don't remember a lot of what happened then to be honest.

So he could have gone home.

Except that's a good thing, Kon, remember? If he's home, he won't have to suffer anymore. He's safe from Yao. We want that.

He's still on the phone. I don't think he's gone gone. I just -- don't think he's here.

Then where is he?

[If a picture paints a thousand words, then Kon's expression right now is probably an essay entitled If I knew that, don't you think I would be bothering him? ; A thesis on the whereabouts of Conner Kent.]
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[Right, right.]

Okay, so let me get this straight.

You're staying in bed, in our room, all day instead of going out and looking for him, just so you don't have to come back to our room at the end of the day and remember that he's not here because you didn't find him.

Am I missing something?

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