.Sleepy.

[lynx]

Lynx saw the eyes and his heart broke. Hm, definately some issues here. If he kept talk about it, the eyes would tell him the feelings about it...

A shift. "Which parent did you end up going with, Xander?" This was information that he definately needed to know! Yes, smart Lynx man.

[.xander;;]

my mom, xander moved on and refrained from adding "duh." my name is xander, not wolff. that was a good replacement for "duh," though. she wasn't really much of one, though. sure, it was "don't worry, honey, everything will be okay," for a couple of weeks, but after that... and it wasn't like i was a teenager; more mature, able to even try to handle something like that. i was a kid. i was eight fucking years old. how was i supposed to explain to myself why my dad left me and why my mom didn't care?

[lynx]

Ah, lotsa issues here. He 'listened' (see: read) those words and a slight smile was on his face. "You were really strong to get through all of that on your own, Xander. Not a lot of people could do something like that..."

Shifts slightly, and was still smiling. "...You're really admirable."

[.xander;;]

strong? right. xander scoffed once, replied with a dull look, yeah, and look where being "strong" got me. i'm not exactly respectable, or accomplished, or, pause, one cruel laugh, content in living. was dear xander suggesting he would rather be back there than where he was now? maybe. was he suggesting he wanted to die? essentially, yes. but hell wasn't a place he was very tempted to visit yet, and he wanted to die even less than he wanted to live.

[lynx]

"You shouldn't give up hope so easily..." He muttered, and sighed.

Looks away for a moment. "Or do anything rash."

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The male straightened up "Is there anything you want to tell me then?", this was a time for Xander to smart off, or confess. It was his choice.

[.xander;;]

"anything" was a pretty broad term. sure, xander figured there were some things deep down that he really wanted--hell, needed--to get out, but how could he pick just one out of the vast array? maybe that's why he got so frustrated with katze all the time. he wasn't specific enough. the patient could probably get further if he was asked questions that couldn't have a variety of answers--like the one about his parents' divorce. that wasn't too broad, and look how long he had ranted on his sob story.

is there anything you want me to tell you?

[lynx]

"I want to know about 'her', then." He said, quite calmly.

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[.xander;;]

awesome! lynx wanted to know about "her." go xander! good job giving him that opportunity!

even at the mention of her, xander felt his breath hitch in his throat. he wanted to explode--screaming, snarling, crying, he didn't know--but nothing good would come of that. desperately he wanted someone to blame this immense pain he suddenly felt on, but katze...was only doing his job. xander had pretty much asked for it.

he took another breath, tried to actually breathe it instead of choking on it, composed himself, and forced his hand upon the board. what do you want to know?

[lynx]

"The entire story, Xander, from start to finish." It was a simple statement, but it said all about what Lynx needed to know. From the day they met to the day she dumped him.

What an itneresting fellow.

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[.xander;;]

for a while, xander just stared unbelievingly at lynx. everything? he wanted to curl up and disappear just thinking about one moment with her. how could he be expected to spill their entire relationship out in one sitting? that was ridiculous.

i can't do that, xander wrote, taking his time with each word. if he was talking, he would probably be stuttering to an incomprehensible point. not all at once.