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shane collins (fistsfirst) wrote in valarlogs,

“Hey,” he greeted her, a nervous smile on his lips.  Shane ran a hand through his shaggy, brown hair.  He didn’t really know what else to say.  This was even more awkward than the few times he had called her. Right now nothing Lyssa had told him in effort to convince him to do this seemed possible.

"I was- We…Lyssa and I were in the area," Shane said. He knew exactly how lame that sounded. He chided himself for his stupidity. 'Yes because this is SO close to Morganville,' his inner thoughts mocking him. Those inner thoughts sounded a lot like Frank Collins.

Shane sighed, abandoning his effort to play it cool. "I miss you Claire," he confessed, blurting out the truth. She may have wanted space, she may not have even wanted to see Shane right now but he hoped she would talk to him. Even if he didn't deserve the chance.