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Room 322, Monday Evening

Didi had gone to bed besotted with Raven, and woken up very much ... not.

Not that she had anything against Raven. She was a sweet girl and a good friend. But the whole thing tasted strange in her mouth, especially that she'd let Jono go. She wasn't letting herself think about the sting of that bit.

She spent the day hiding in bed. It wasn't like her, but she figured she'd pout in enough long days of work in her life that one under the covers wouldn't hurt anyone. She left the door closed.

[OOC: Door closed. Post open to anyone who may be looking for her -- or the roomie, if he's around.]

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"Thanks," Didi said wanly, though there was some friendship in her tone as she sat up. "You know how to charm a girl, huh?"

[OOC: This is before Jono, thanks to the magic of chronoflexibility.]

"There's a reason I have to beat them off with a stick," Jaime agreed. He pulled the bag out and reached into it, retrieving a small box that smelled suspiciously like fresh-baked brownies.

The real secret to his charm.

Didi gave him a distinctly dubious look, then focused on the box. "... I smell chocolate. Brownies?"

"Got it in one." Jaime held out the box and sort of waved it in her direction. "You want?"

"Always," Didi said, delicately reaching for the box. "How are you, roomie?"

"Pretty good, actually." He let her take the whole box. (He had another one in the bag, after all.) "You wanna talk, or just chat and share some chocolatey baked goods?" He was good with either one, and he didn't want to intrude.

Didi took the box, broke off a bit of chocolatey baked good, and put it into her mouth. "Depends. How do you feel about really, really stupid and confusing relationship stuff?"

"Well, I'm a good ear if you want to talk, but... I don't know if you'd actually want to take any advice from me." He grinned. "I did get dumped by trans-Atlantic phone call, if you'll remember."

"I remember," Didi said. "You deserve somebody better ... or something."

"I think I told Jono to go after somebody else if he wanted to."

"It was just too awkward to do things long-distance," Jaime shrugged with more casualness than he really felt.

"And... that doesn't sound good," he added softly as he sat down on his bed. "But you only think you did?" That meant there was hope, right?

"I know I did," Didi said. "It was ... weird. He wanted Raven and I wanted Raven, and I want him to be happy, and I want her to be happy ... so I told him to go to her if he wanted to."

"Raven?" Jaime repeated. "But I thought..." He paused and shook his head. "I think I'm confused..."

"Me too," Didi said. "322, room of the confused."

"We should get a banner or something." Jaime got the other box of brownies out of his bag and broke off a piece to munch absently.

"Whatever happened, though... you regret it?"

"I regret it," Didi agreed. "I mean -- if he wants her, I can't stop him. He deserves happiness. But I didn't need to gift-wrap him and give him away."

Jaime nodded slowly. "Yeah, I can see that."

Still... "What did he say when you told him that? I mean, maybe he doesn't want to go after anyone else?" It wasn't like Jaime hadn't noticed that his roommate was pretty awesome, after all.

Didi waved a hand vaguely. "That ... he needed to sleep on it."

"Well, that's not a definite rejection thing, right? That's good." Way to look on the bright side there, Jaime.

"And... it's probably not too late to tell him you changed your mind?"

Didi choked out a laugh. "Yeah, that would go over well. He has to make up his own mind."

Jaime just barely suppressed a facepalm. "I meant, you know... tell him that it's his choice but make sure he knows you care..."

Then a thought occurred to him. "You do care, right? I'm not just misreading things terribly?" It had been known to happen.

That earned something very like a glare. "Yes, Jaime. I care." It was almost to herself that she added, "... maybe I care too much."

"Hey," Jaime leaned forward, sounding oddly worried. "Don't say that. You care a perfectly acceptable amount."

Didi flashed a quick smile, though not one with much energy behind it. "What is the right amount to care, anyhow?"

"Um... I think however much you care as long as you're not up to the level of being a creepy stalker or whatever?" Jaime suggested a bit hesitantly. "I mean... you're not, like, following him around or secretly reading his mail, right?"

"Nooo..." Didi said slowly. "Don't tell me you tapped Traci's phone line."

Edited 2009-11-03 18:00 (UTC)

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