♗ IC CONTACT

[waiting]

"You've reached Bradbury. I'm out, so leave a message if you need me."

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[waiting]

"i'm fine"

that's it?

[viced]

What? The fuck am I supposed to say?

[waiting]

[ an apology, he guesses, would be too much to hope for. ]

your powers. your memories. you sure nothing got fucked up?

[viced]

[ Well. Shit. ]

I haven't heard a single machine since coming back.

[waiting]

[ sonuvabitch. ]

goddamit, i told you it was too easy

[viced]

Shit, pal. I'll take it. It's not like I need my fucking powers.

[waiting]

you say that now, but what if they never come back?

[viced]

Really? I'd have a goddamn party.

[waiting]

until you realize you forgot how to work when you're not soulbonded to your blackberry

[viced]

I'm not fucking soulbonded to my goddamn blackberry, you shit.

[waiting]

i can't fucking wait to get back and see you eat crow

[ he'd thought he could deal with this. it wasn't like he was fucking co-dependent. but somehow, right now, the distance between them more than just a metaphor for how they've drifted apart...

it's like a kick in the ribs. ]

[viced]

Losing my powers doesn't mean I'm going to suddenly stop working.

[ He has too much weighing on him. His city isn't going to fall apart around him, because he wasn't willing to let it. ]

[waiting]

guess not

you never stop for anything

[viced]

I can't afford to, Bradbury.

[waiting]

i don't owe you anything anymore



you got that? you don't get to ask me for shit

[ he'd saved mitch's life once and now he'd taken it away. mitch had saved his life once and then he'd asked him for the impossible, or what bradbury thought was impossible. ]

[viced]

Bradbury, you've never owed me for anything.

Despite whatever jokes I've made.

[ He'd needed it. It was logical, and cold. He recognized it. He knew it wasn't human, it was fucked up, but it was something he needed. ]

[waiting]

you know what

forget it.

[viced]

Do you really want me to?

[waiting]

you don't even feel bad about it. there's no fucking point.

[viced]

Feel bad about dying? No.

That I had to ask you to do it? Of course.

[waiting]

so why me?

[viced]

Because I needed someone I could trust.

[waiting]

you needed someone who was a sucker.

[viced]

No. I needed someone who I knew could do it, and wouldn't fuck me over. Someone I could trust. Implicitly.

[waiting]

so if it was a fucking trust exercise, do i pass?