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call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

[ Dexter forces himself to dial back her number. His hands are shaking a bit, and clammy. And he realizes he's been sitting in the dark for hours. He's listened to Candy's voicemail at least a half a dozen times already.

It starts to ring and he almost starts himself, overtaken by an unreasonable urge to hang up.

He stays on the line, though it takes some effort. And when he speaks his voice sounds a bit rough, gravelly. ]

Candy.

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

[Candy's been laying on her bed this whole time. Her phone was actually put up because she didn't expect a callback. But when she heard it ring she jumped up and grabbed for it quickly, checking the caller id.]

Dexter! [She said a little breathlessly as she clicked it on before relaxing again, taking in a deep breath and calming herself.]

You didn't have to call back.

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

[ He takes a breath himself. ]

I know.

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

[She lets the silence hang a moment. Debating back and forth what to say next. 'Are you okay?' That was a dumb question. 'I'm sorry.' That was too simple and useless.

But then she realized it was getting into an awkward silence and her mind picked one of the two stupid choices she couldn't get out of her head.]

I'm sorry.

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Candy, don't... apologize. None of this is your fault.

And you're going through the same thing.

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

Yeah but. I only have a vague... not fully real memory of her. She was. [Your wife.]


She's so amazing...

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

[ He wants to say that she probably has more capacity for feelings than he does, even if they are vague. But he doesn't think that'll go over so well. ]

I .. I know she is. She's Rita.

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

[You'll never win that argument, Dex.]

............ Are you going to save her?

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

[ That one question shuts him down for almost a full minute. ]

..

Save her. How?

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

I-i.... I don't know. But there has to be a way. A reason that you're here when you are and she's here when she is.

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Do you really think that's .. wise?

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

I'd do it. [She doesn't even think about it or hesitate.]

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

I don't know, Candy. [ scrubs a hand over his face, cradling the phone closer to his ear ]

What if I fuck it up again? What if she dies .. again?

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

You don't make the same mistakes twice. And you have all of us this time.

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Candy, I l- ..

You know how much I care about you, right?

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

[That... makes her pause a moment. And now she feels like she's going to start crying again.]

Yeah. Of course I know, Dexter. Just like... you know you mean so much to me too, right?

call;

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

[ He's getting there himself, Candy girl ♥ ]

I know.

..

I'm going to go now, but you can call me back if you need to, okay?

call;

[hereafter-candy.livejournal.com]

[One day they'll both get there! ♥]

Yeah. Okay. Same to you. You can call me if you need anything.

call; bawwwwww

[creepyshitking.livejournal.com]

Okay, I will. Take care.

[ hangs up. ]