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embarkation2012-07-05 12:33 am
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There's a short pause as he looks back out at her team and then at her. ] Yeah. Sounds good. [ He rises from his seat and lets out a shaky breath. FDR starts for the door before turning to look at her once more. ] Don't stand me up, Kate. Don't think I could take that too. [ He swallows hard before turning back and exiting the break room in silence. He doesn't make eye contact with the guys as he's leaving. He keeps his head down and goes right for the elevator. He practically stabs the buttons. He's starting to feel shaky after all this. Seeing Kate and knowing she remembered made it all the more real.
He does as she says. He finds his way to Remy's and he lingers. He fidgets nervously in his seat. He scans his phone and texts Tuck that he's okay. Sometimes Tuck acts more like his wife than his best friend. He probably should have brought Tuck with him just to prove that he wasn't a crazy person, but he didn't know if that would even work. He'd probably spew some bullshit about shared delusions or something. He's just tired of having to duck his best friends questions about FDR's increasing erratic behavior over such a long stretch of time. ]
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Kate is thinking more about FDR; about the friendship they had and the things he knew about her. He knew her better than anyone else in this world, back when she had found a way to open up more than she ever could in New York. By the time she walks through the door at Remy's, he is all she can think about.
It's easy to find him, since Kate knows the layout so well. It takes her moment to slip through the usual patrons and a few other off the clock officers who may have recognized her before she spots FDR, and she quickly slides into the seat next to him. ]
You want something to eat? They make great burgers here. [ She regrets it the minute she says it but it wasn't the worst opening she could have come up with. ] Let me at least buy you a beer.
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She's close to him and he's almost a little thrown. In the precinct she seemed farther away and not just physically as well. Mentally. Like she was trying to shove it to the back of her closet and FDR just forced it right back in front of her again. Which he probably had now that he thought about. There was no way to know if she would handle this the same way as him. No way to know if she'd wanna forget or try to find one last connection so they did't feel like a couple of lunatics raving about a secret magical sex island where you had to wear collars and jump through hoops. ]
You're the only person I could find that exists here. [ It comes tumbling right out. He meant to respond to her beer question, but he just didn't. Instead he opened his mouth and that came out. ] You and me are pretty much it. [ Annie's absence goes without saying. Mostly because he doesn't think he can verbalize any of it. Not right now. ]
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She reached out across the table, taking his hand in her own and holding it as tightly as she could without hurting him. Kate had wanted nothing more than to forget about Atia. To take the everything she had felt there - the happiness, the pain, heartbreak, everything - and just shove it away with all of her other emotions and forget. She wanted to forget what she had so she wouldn't miss it anymore, the same way she did with her mother.
Foster was going to change all of that. She already knew it. He didn't want to forget, and he wanted her to help him legitimize everything they had been through. She didn't have the heart to turn her back on the person she had considered to be her best friend during much of her time there. ]
I'm here. I'm not goin' anywhere. [ She squeezed his hand again, leaning in closer so she could whisper to him calmly. ] It's okay.
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FDR looks up at her hand and for a minute it's nice. Human contact. Human contact with someone who actually experienced that island and all the people. Someone who knew what it was like to lose someone after you decided you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them. Just stolen right out of their grasp. The only saving grace to all this is that she's not gone. Kate's not gone. She's right here and she's holding his hand which is the main reason he squeezes hers in response.
He looks up and every single ounce of armor that FDR has always prided himself on is just gone. His fancy suit means nothing. He might as well be wearing a t-shirt and jeans. The cynical smile and the half chuckle no longer remain. He's more Franklin at this moment than FDR. ] Gonna hold you to that, boss. Don't think I could handle another disappearing trick. [ He swallows hard. The emotion is thick in his throat. ]
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How long are you in town for? [ She leaned back slightly, but she didn't let go of his hand. She would let him decide when he wanted to break contact. ] I can take some leave, and we can figure this out together. I can help you find a hotel or... [ Another pause, as she considered. Kate still remembered how she had sought him out in her time of need, and how he had opened up to her. She imagined now wouldn't be all that different. ] You can stay at my apartment if you want to.
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[ Tuck was his best friend, but it was true. He was watching FDR crumble. He was watching his best friend break apart at the seems because he couldn't get anyone to just believe him. It was a hard story to follow though. None of it made any sense to an outside and he can imagine it'd be hard to take it on faith a lone. Tuck may not have completely given up on FDR, but he can feel that trust slipping away. He's starting to truly believe that FDR is losing control of himself after all these years. He's starting to believe that he's lost his way.
FDR actually cracks a smile when she offers to let him stay at her place. He's suddenly painfully aware of how vulnerable he's made himself right now. He hasn't completely shut down on her. ] I see. Trying to lure me home again? [ He looks up at her and tilts his head. Distance through snarky humor. ]
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His comment made her shake her head and crack a smile, though, because he's not that far off. She's lonely and desperate, reaching out to cling to anything that might make her world make sense again. And he just came waltzing back into her life, as if he is just for her. Someone who understands her, who gets her. Someone who will just let her be who she needs to be until she can fight through all this fog that seems to have settled in her head. ]
You can sleep on the couch. Besides, I'm pretty sure the last time, you were the one that did the luring.