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[agoldenring]

	✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ	✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs	♥ F/M, M/M, F/F ✦ Rɪꜰᴛᴠᴇʀsᴇ OC, Aɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ Hᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ

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[agoldenring]

[They are the best hugs. She slips her arms around him and pulls him in closer.]

Thanks. Everything okay?

[overdramatized]

[ He pulls back. ]

We broke up.

[ And then he lets go, picks up the bag and takes it into her mostly unused kitchen. And now he remembers her stove is a problem. What a crap stove. ]

You know, the landlord should really do something about your oven. [ But, he unloads his bag, anyway. ]

[agoldenring]

He's working on it.

[She takes a beat.]

He dump you or you dump him?

[overdramatized]

He's been working on it for months. I feel like I should refer you to a lawyer by this point.

[ Well. That question. As he unpacks. ]

He doesn't want to do long distance. And I can't blame him. [ It's what happened when he lived in New York and Jackson relocated to L.A. ] Adam always lived in New York. [ He pauses what he's doing, and he looks up. ] He said he'd think about it. I actually thought it might come out in my favor. [ Another pause. ] At least I know that distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder. He met someone else. [ Folding his bag, he moved to the back door and hung it on the doorknob. ] The bastard told me in bed.

[agoldenring]

[There's a long pause. She's going to ignore the lawyer part and focus on her brother's boyfriend being a dick.]

I'm gonna have his knee meet my crowbar.

[overdramatized]

No. No. You're not. Because he's in a separate city on the opposite coast of this country. And unlike our dad and our brother, we're trying to be the siblings without a record.

[ How about we maintain that? Okay? ]

[agoldenring]

[Lara makes a face.]

Can I threaten to have his knee meet my crowbar?

[overdramatized]

Also an actionable offense.

[ Your brother doesn't approve. ]

[agoldenring]

[She makes a face. You're just killing her fun, Jackson.]

Get you super drunk and not tease you about the hangover in the morning?

[overdramatized]

Sold. To the persistent blonde.

[agoldenring]

I'll get the booze.

[overdramatized]

And I'll hide my phone. [ So neither one of them dials a certain someone. ] Hey - I want to be the one to tell Noah. You understand? [ Mostly because Noah would catch a plane. ]

[agoldenring]

[ She nods in agreement, going to fetch a bottle of whiskey from her personal stash. ]

Don't worry. I wasn't going to say anything.

[overdramatized]

Now, let's see about getting drunk off our asses.