LADY: Do you need any help with your things?
JUN: Haha, hardly, all my stuff fits into a backpack. Thank you, though.
Lady squints at me apprehensively again, and I can tell that despite what she’s said before, she still isn’t totally sold on the idea of me staying at Krystoff’s place. I do feel bad for ditching her when she so graciously accepted me into her home, and is in fact the reason I’m here at all in the first place, but we’ve both been preoccupied with our own business for months anyway.
I love Lady to death, but she’s got a lot of irons in the fire, probably some that I don’t even know about, and I do feel like somewhat of a deadbeat crashing at her place and interrupting her life. I think whether or not she’ll admit it, she sees me as something of a pet dog. Like she has an obligation to feed and entertain me when we’re both home. I think we’ll go back to enjoying each other’s company the way we did before when there’s a little bit of distance between us.
JUN: I’ll probably be back before the end of the year, depending on whether or not Krystoff and his brother successfully kill each other. We’ll see how it shakes out. Wish me luck.
LADY: Yeah, of course. And you’re welcome to come back and stay the night if he gets on your nerves. Text me lots, okay!! I want to know how you’re doing!
JUN: I will! Don’t worry.
LADY: Oh, and, um, Jun…
JUN: Yeah?
LADY: …Are you gonna take that weird watermelon pie that’s been sitting in the fridge with you?
JUN: Oh, that… Uh… You can throw it away.
LADY: Yay! It’s been grossing me out, like, all week. It looks like a pink, mushy sinkhole.
I’m sorry, Tor and Rafael. The love you put into that pie was enough for me. I didn’t need to eat it to enjoy your love. Or rather, I didn’t want to.
LADY: Okay, well, be safe, Jun. I know there’s only so much I can do, but you can call on me any time and I’ll do what I can for you.
JUN: Thanks, mom.
LADY: How dare you?
She pouts.
JUN: I’m kiddiiiiing! I appreciate you, Lady, thank you. I’ll see you again soon!
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