[ Secret answer: yes, yes she would like some flowers. No one's ever given her flowers before and Tess never pictured Joel as the type of guy to give them to anyone. Or care for them or the sentiment behind them.
[ Is that a trick question? Because his first instinct is to say no. No she does not look like a flower kind of gal to him. He's not really a flower kind of guy.
But if she wants some flowers, he'll try to get her some goddamn flowers. It's the least he can do. ]
Hm. I guess we'll have to check it out and see what's there. [ Good evasion, Joel. Nailed it. ]
[ He might go looking now. Since she seems so keen on it. He'll just have to make sure he finds some that aren't deadly, because this place is like that. ]
[ He feels bad, though. He feels bad for wanting her here with him, no matter how terrible this place is. He'd rather have her alive and in this hellhole than dead and... who knows where. ]
[ How does she tell him that were he to leave this place that she wouldn't know what to do? She'd managed during the time he had died but leaving here, that would be permanent. Or it would feel that way, until he came back weeks or months later. ]
[ Why is it so difficult to put feelings into words? To simply tell him something, anything?
Tess has to take a quiet breath, scrub her hand down her face. Her voice is soft and half muffled against her hand when she speaks up again, a faint waver in her words.
It's a good thing this isn't video enabled. ]
I can't- I can't lose you. Alright? And I know that's not fair to say but I--
[ The last thing that's heard is the shuddering hitch in her breath before she forces herself to cut the connection, unable to keep going.
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Mame sure of it, god bless you phone auto correct
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[ Secret answer: yes, yes she would like some flowers. No one's ever given her flowers before and Tess never pictured Joel as the type of guy to give them to anyone. Or care for them or the sentiment behind them.
Huh. ]
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But if she wants some flowers, he'll try to get her some goddamn flowers. It's the least he can do. ]
Hm. I guess we'll have to check it out and see what's there. [ Good evasion, Joel. Nailed it. ]
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[ Because that is totally what he's talking about here. She's got this. Nailed it.
Tess really can't help sounding amused by all of this, the earlier tone of frustration and worry and doubt gone from her voice. ]
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[ HUFF HUFF. Joel is getting his grouch on again. ]
When we get back, I'll show you.
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Sure. All right. Not a date. Not a flower garden. Guess we're gonna just pick vegetables then, side by side.
I'm okay with that too.
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[ Just a place where nothing will try to kill them for a couple of hours. ]
There's a pond.
[ It's totally a date. ]
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[ Yep. Totally a date. ]
With plants nearby. Sounds perfect. And hey-- I doubt you'd find any flowers around here.
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[ He might go looking now. Since she seems so keen on it. He'll just have to make sure he finds some that aren't deadly, because this place is like that. ]
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[ Tess actually wouldn't put it past him to make it his mission to find her a safe flower or two.
And then her voice quiets, grows serious. ]
When do we leave?
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We can go whenever we get back.
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Yeah. Sure. [ If they get back, but she won't say that out loud. She shouldn't have to. ]
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[ They're a dime a dozen in this place, but still better than the evil ones who signed up with Yao. ]
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You sure are the romantic type.
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[ He sighs. ]
I'm sorry this place is such shit, Tess.
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[ That's why he's sorry. ]
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[ He feels bad, though. He feels bad for wanting her here with him, no matter how terrible this place is. He'd rather have her alive and in this hellhole than dead and... who knows where. ]
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[ It's the best they can do-- she can do. ]
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...Joel.
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What?
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Tess has to take a quiet breath, scrub her hand down her face. Her voice is soft and half muffled against her hand when she speaks up again, a faint waver in her words.
It's a good thing this isn't video enabled. ]
I can't- I can't lose you. Alright? And I know that's not fair to say but I--
[ The last thing that's heard is the shuddering hitch in her breath before she forces herself to cut the connection, unable to keep going.
She can't. She'll say too much. ]