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[darlingdraculina]

Oi, you can be sexy without being selfish, y'know. You're probably sitting on a whole hoard of boyfriends other people could have.

[Sarcastic, of course, but somehow she still sounds like she believes that could be true.]

No kidding.

[Sigh. She would never question the strength of Alfred's spirit, but he'd been broken down too many times for her to believe it was in one piece at this rate... Her mind flashes back to him whipping around the room in a mist, panicked out of his mind at the mention of her Master.]

He's... a little more fragile, these days, that's for sure. I can't blame you for not wanting to bother him about it. He's carrying a lot on his own... I'm sure he didn't tell you because he didn't want that weight on your shoulders.

[It was one of the many things about herself that she saw in Alfred, of course. Not wanting to burden others with your pain. She's even trying to do that now, fighting back the urge to dump all of her mess on this near-complete stranger.

Besides, this meeting is supposed to be about Alfred, not her.]

But I'd think, since he's your boyfriend, you could probably get away with it. ...Bothering him about his problems, I mean.

[She sips her drink again and stares off down the length of the bar, the amusement draining from her expression. It hurts to acknowledge such a thing, to put that thought into the air. It makes it real when you say it out loud. She lost her chance a long time ago, and she was too blind to see it.

But at least Alfred isn't alone, without her. That's what she should be happy about, right?]