*shakes fist @ Weather Gods*

Well, the trip to St. Louis isn't happening. However, we're going to drive to Pueblo to see the HubbyMom for a few days, tomorrow. Internet access will be nonexistent. (Horrors!) We'll be back...Wednesday, or so?

I leave you with a snippet:

"Shh." Janni cradled his head against her shoulder. "Just rest, Ben. You're exhausted."

"So tired of fighting." With a start, Janni realized that Ben was crying, and she wrapped around him tighter. Last time she'd seen him cry, he'd been injected with the nanotech that had made him a werewolf, and he'd thought he was going to have to leave her for her own safety. Now he thought he should leave her again... "I'm so sorry," he said, over and over.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Don't apologize for surviving."

"I wasn't supposed to. Survive. Didn't want to. It got so bad. Started hallucinating. You." His breaths were as short and choppy as his sentences. "And then it turned out they weren't hallucinations. Except the once. And it wasn't you. Ever. I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"Not much. But that's okay. Let it out." The more he told her, the more she could understand, and the better she could help him. And he was more likely to Talk While Intoxicated than while he was sober. Sober, he'd give a clam a run for its money in the close-mouthed stakes.

"Falling. Don't want to hurt you when I hit and go smash."

"I'll catch you. You won't hurt me."

"I wish...oh, god, I'm tired. Had to hold it together for so long. Finally had enough."

"Perez said you lost it and carnage ensued."

"Ha. Didn't lose it. Made a choice." Breathing. "Tried to make two. Bouncers got me before I could." More breathing. "Still don't know if that's bad or good. Going with bad right now. Willing to have my mind changed."

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*shakes fist @ Weather Gods*

Well, the trip to St. Louis isn't happening. However, we're going to drive to Pueblo to see the HubbyMom for a few days, tomorrow. Internet access will be nonexistent. (Horrors!) We'll be back...Wednesday, or so?

I leave you with a snippet:

"Shh." Janni cradled his head against her shoulder. "Just rest, Ben. You're exhausted."

"So tired of fighting." With a start, Janni realized that Ben was crying, and she wrapped around him tighter. Last time she'd seen him cry, he'd been injected with the nanotech that had made him a werewolf, and he'd thought he was going to have to leave her for her own safety. Now he thought he should leave her again... "I'm so sorry," he said, over and over.

"You didn't do anything wrong. Don't apologize for surviving."

"I wasn't supposed to. Survive. Didn't want to. It got so bad. Started hallucinating. You." His breaths were as short and choppy as his sentences. "And then it turned out they weren't hallucinations. Except the once. And it wasn't you. Ever. I'm not making any sense, am I?"

"Not much. But that's okay. Let it out." The more he told her, the more she could understand, and the better she could help him. And he was more likely to Talk While Intoxicated than while he was sober. Sober, he'd give a clam a run for its money in the close-mouthed stakes.

"Falling. Don't want to hurt you when I hit and go smash."

"I'll catch you. You won't hurt me."

"I wish...oh, god, I'm tired. Had to hold it together for so long. Finally had enough."

"Perez said you lost it and carnage ensued."

"Ha. Didn't lose it. Made a choice." Breathing. "Tried to make two. Bouncers got me before I could." More breathing. "Still don't know if that's bad or good. Going with bad right now. Willing to have my mind changed."

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