[He takes the luck, resists the urge to say something sarcastic in return. He wants to believe that it's genuine because, well, it feels good to think that she means it. Because despite what he says and what he tells her, he does care for her. He doesn't know her, but he knows that much. He always will.]
I'll be back when I can.
Maybe we can start over then.
[Of course, he'll go no-contact if that's what she wants. But there will always be a part of him that's drawn to her. They had things in common. They talked, even when it seemed like things were only physical. Those are the parts he cares about.]
[Something uncoils in his chest, something he didn't even know was there. He was going to do this no matter what, but hearing her say that makes it seem less of a trek.]
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I'll be back when I can.
Maybe we can start over then.
[Of course, he'll go no-contact if that's what she wants. But there will always be a part of him that's drawn to her. They had things in common. They talked, even when it seemed like things were only physical. Those are the parts he cares about.]
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I'd like that.
[She's not sure of how serious he is, but she'll go out on a limb for it. It doesn't have to be scorched earth, not again.]
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Yeah. Alright.
You take care of yourself, huh?
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That's the plan, Tess.
I'll seeya soon.
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Yeah. See you soon.