Re: steph/atticus
[Blink. Blink.] I don't know much anymore. Helping people? His arcade? [...] I got him tickets for the New Years Eve party at the museum in the Capital. I hear that place is like a puzzle, and he loves puzzles. And I'm hoping he takes me. But if he doesn't, I can't be mad, I guess.
He is. Con's [...] well, it's complicated, I guess. I'll let you know, too. So I'm not stomping on your grounds.
That's true. I think I still have in my head like it was back home where all we did was pretend. Pretend about who we were and weren't. Pretend we weren't pissed at each other constantly. Pretend, pretend, pretend. [...] Atticus, that's so nice. You don't have to do that. You barely know me. And you don't even know if I'm good!