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[ It's amazing how blunt he is. ]

I see.

Thank you for sharing that with me.

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[ He might be too stupid for subtlety. He did try to push Kendra off a roof, was it? ]

you're welcome & im gonna pretend you're not being sarcastic

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I imagine it's my right as your husband to know these things, Mr. Carter.

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ha

you're right tho.

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I often am.

Whenever I drink enough to reach that state all I do is feel miserable.

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im still miserable im also just horny at the same time or did you mean the too drunk kind

and isnt your biology wack from the time stuff or whatever

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I mean I'm only miserable. Can't remember the last time I was properly horny.

Probably because of that "wack" biology.

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oh ok ok ok. i see. huh is that why we never consum... consummated

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THAT's what's on your mind?

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well it is NOW yea

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Did you want to?

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... yea i mean. but if you don't wanna it's ok. i get it

[ Kendra didn't want him, either. ]

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Carter

Did you seriously want to marry me?

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well it started as a joke that was funny in my head & somewhere it got really serious

so yea I did

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[ oh god ]

Why don't you sober up first and I'll ask again?

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ok. but im not like mega extremely drunk

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You've drunk enough to want sex.

It counts.

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no i want you to rail me when im sober too

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what

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what??

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You're pulling my leg, aren't you?

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no i fuck around a lot but not this time

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[ This is quite possibly the most roundabout confession Rip's ever heard in his life. ]

I appreciate that.

Come here. To the galley.

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[ Carter never professed to be any good at it.

He abandons the texting without responding, though, and wanders into the gallery not long after. He looks like he might have been crying some distant time ago, but now he's flushed and warm with alcohol and hazy as he pads in, a little wobbly but no worse for wear. ]

Sup?

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[ Rip's sat on one of the chairs at the table-- his trenchcoat and his jacket are gone, leaving him in just the shirt and the trousers, and he watches his... husband, of sorts, wander in with eyes more piercing than they should be.

Scrutinising.

From his slightly hunched position, he straightens, head cocking downward a touch as he beckons him forward with his fingers. ]

Here. [ Legs spreading somewhat, Rip pats his thighs. ] Sit.