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[cactusy]

Dude, you called me, and I'm close to your position. What the hell are you talking about?

[aluminumandash]

Situation's changed, ain't it. [ Tense, not heated. ] Fuck, I don't know what the situation is.

[cactusy]

I'm coming. Hoping to get there tomorrow.

[aluminumandash]

[ Without realizing he makes a frustrated noise. He can't fairly argue that she ought to listen, pay attention to what he's seen—not when he doesn't know where it came from, when it could be something in his head turning reality like a kaleidoscope. It sure as hell sounds crazy out loud. ]

Alright. [ Said in the same tone as: fuck. ] But you start seeing crabs, you head the other way.

[cactusy]

Shut up; your arguing is slowing me down.

[Not actually; she's moving about the same regardless. And after a moment--]

I'm not ditching you.

[aluminumandash]

[ He closes his eyes a moment. Breathes out. ] Pain in the ass. [ He says, with something like gratitude. ]

[cactusy]

You have no idea.