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[solipsistically]

You've reached Number Five. Leave a message or don't. I don't care.

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[deadlycurves]

You're not the only one that cares about her, okay?

[solipsistically]

When did I say that I was? Read it again, Diego. I care about Vanya, that's why fighting for her was different.
I couldn't give less of a shit about the people here if you paid me to try. I'm not fighting for them.

[deadlycurves]

Okay. [He's really just touchy because-- well, when isn't he? But especially on the topic of their sister, who he had spent the greater part of the last four or so months on the most precarious edge with. He hates how hard every inch of progress they made with each other was. He hates that was all ripped away from him by virtue of showing up here. He regrets not trying harder, and doing better with her, sooner, now. And he hates that there's no guarantee she'll remember a single ounce of it if she ever were to show up here. But none of that really has anything to do with Five at all. He's just unwittingly managed to hit a sore spot and Diego, being Diego, reacted instantly.] Right. I get it.

[solipsistically]

Jesus, Diego. Go do what you need (or I guess want) to do, just be careful. Me? I'm not going out except for my morning coffee. EPD is on their own.

[deadlycurves]

[Read @ 8:36pm]