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So, sex.

Who wants more of it? Who wants less of it? Who isn't having it AT ALL? And if you're not having it, WHY NOT?

Who's having it ALL THE TIME? Is there a secret?

And no, I'm not offering myself up (sorry, Toby). Space makes a man curious!

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...I'd really just like a cuddle. I don't give even half a damn what anyone thinks of it.

I'm really very cuddly.

I'm on the roof or in 316 if you'd like to come by. No offense intended, but I assure you I'm not all that particular.

So long as I don't find out you screwed my ex, we're good!

He took the screwing, I might point out. And it's not as if he told me who he'd been dating.

...not that I'd mention my time with others anyway. It's rude.

You do realize, right, that I'm making faces at you now?

You're the one who huffed off.

You're the one that was a jerk.

I wasn't a jerk! You got upset over nothing! I just let you have your space!

You walked away and gave up! What was I supposed to think?

And you were.

You get into moods where there's no talking to you and I did have to get back to work! And I asked you half a dozen times what might have been wrong and you insisted it was nothing. So either you lied to me and then it's your fault, or there was nothing wrong.

Piss off.

So it's not so clear cut when it's YOU who isn't telling the truth, hmm?

Fine. I won't bother you with my presence.

And there you go again! Just being a jerk! You don't get it!

And there you go again, expecting me to know what's wrong without you telling me when for the last bloody time I have no way of knowing way of knowing what I might have done wrong. Tell me and I'll make an effort to correct it, but when the only thing you do tell me is to piss off, I'm sorry that I'm obeying the only wishes you'll TELL me!

I DO tell you! You just don't LISTEN!

No! You tell me in roundabout ways that I don't know. You might as well say them in a language I don't speak. Really, you DO. I ask you to explain even when we're not shouting at each other like Quadlings in a fish market and you dodge the issue so no! You don't!

I tell you the only way I know HOW! I can't help it! I DO tell you!

TRY PLAIN OZIAN. LIKE WE'RE SPEAKING RIGHT NOW. If you tell me one thing in Ozian and another however you seem to be telling me, I'm going to go by what you say in Ozian because it's the only thing I'm sure of!

But... I... I... can't.

Why?

Because it's stupid. You'll think it's stupid, and that I'm stupid for it being a problem.

I think it's far less stupid to have an emotion you can't explain because emotions just happen to be illogical generally than to keep it to yourself and let things between us get as terrible as they were a moment ago.

You don't like dealing with my emotions.

I know how to get out of your way when you need me to, but otherwise, I'm fine with dealing with your emotions. Just as I trust you to deal with mine.