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[2016-03-21 23:51:31 +0000 UTC]
"Tobias Eaton."
(United States)
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"Tobes?" Zeke quietly reached for his shoulder. "You okay, buddy?" It was no easy thing to lose a love- he knew that first hand, and he also knew that asking this was dumb- of course he wasn't okay. But being near Tobias couldn't hurt things.Β
was better than Christine being there.Β
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"No. Quite the opposite." Tobias glanced up, taking a deep breath. "I just... I don't know. I should be used to feeling like shit by now."
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Zeke nodded. "You know, we didn't actually see a body... maybe she made it out?" What was he saying? He'd been there. He'd seen the explosion. You'd have to have the luck of a Ginger Asian to get out of that.Β
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"Yeah, right. And maybe somehow my parents will magically become good people. You know that's bullshit as well as I do."
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"I don't, dude. I mean, it's possible. We didn't see her."
but the had seen the explosion. From fifty kilometers away...
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"Don't lie to me. I'm not stupid."
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"I'm only tryin' to help," muttered Zeke.
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"Well, it's not."
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Zeke took a deep breath. "Listen, man-" and then he paused, seemingly taken by something behind him, but immediately took his grief-stricken, exhausted look back. "... I'm sorry," he said.
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"I--No, I shouldn't have..." He faltered and looked down. "...I just...I can't believe this. I mean--After everything..."
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Zeke stared at four, both feeling terribly about what he was doing, but also wanting to know what was going to be said next. "She was an incredible woman, dude."
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He nodded, resting his head in his hand. "She was amazing. I don't know what I'm going to do without her. I just... can't believe this happened, I..."
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Zeke paused and sat beside him. This might well kill him, but he had to have the best seat when he realized what was behind him. "I know. It's okay, bro, just say whatever you wanna."
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"I don't know what to--I just--I can't do this. I don't know what to do now, I... Fuck, I love her so much. I don't know anymore."
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"Love her, huh?" asked Zeke tentatively.
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(.. I didn't think this though.))
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((I'm so sorry.))
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This was unacceptable. Zeke was the guy who threw rocks at people's windows at 3 AM. Who was Four, stealing his shit?
Zeke climbed out of bed, flinging open the window. "Hello?"
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"Uhh. Hey." He stared up, rubbing the back his neck. "I know it's late, sorry, but..."
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"... dude. Do you have a motherfucking duffle bag?"
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"Um. Yeah. Instead of yelling at you from all the way down here, can I, uh, come in?"
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Zeke sighed, but tossed down a rope ladder, leading into his window.
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Tobias glanced over his shoulder, then climbed up.
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"So, you wanna tell me what th hells going on?"
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"Well, it sounds like the most cliche bullshit ever, but I'm... sort of running away. I... can't stay at home anymore."
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Zeke nodded calmly, like Four wasn't commenting on anything more interesting than the weather. "Totally, dude. Uh-" he gestured to his bed. "It's all yours. I got the couch. You okay?"
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"I'm--I'm fine." He glanced toward the bed for a second. "You--uh, don't have to..."
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"I wanna. But bro, what'd he do now?"
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"It's just... everything, I guess. I can't just sit and take it anymore."
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He nodded and patted the bed beside him.Β
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He sighed, sitting down beside him. "... Thanks."
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"Hey," he said quietly, touching his shoulder. "You're gonna be ok. Ok?"
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"...Yeah, I know. I know." He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.
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"Mom was prepared for this."
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"Totally. I mean, dude... your dad kinda sucks."
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"Yeah, but he's kind of... not an asshole in public. I justΒ figured..."
[tbh... modern AU? marcus is probably like. in a position of political power. he's a councilman in the book so he's probably something similar right. and since he's typically considered the leader of abnegation... idk where this train of thought is going i just figured he's probably pretty well-known. because canonically there IS a coverup going on which i could totally explain if i didn't feel like i was ramblingΒ already]
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"Yeah, but you're here all the time, plus all the other junk... she's not a dumb woman."
((Ooh, that makes sense.))
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"I didn't say she was. Just that people don't usually... notice. Or they do and just don't give a shit."
[because when evelyn "died" obviously the abnegation who came to "take care of it" knew that she didn't actually die. like she had an affair and left, and they knew that, and hid it to save marcus's reputation, just like they do to his abusing tobias--ignore it because he's important. evelyn and marcus probably just got divorced or something in a modern au but the rest of it can be literally the same]
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"Yeah... we gave a shit. We gave massive shits, dude."
((I'm on board. Makes perfect sense.))
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"Well," He laughed a little. "I... appreciate it."
[great.]
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"Bed's all yours, my dude," he said, grinning.Β
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"Okay, I know." He smiled. "Thanks."
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Zeke smiled and rolled onto the floor, taking his place on the rug.
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He laughed a little, kicking his shoes off at the foot of the bed. "Idiot."
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"Yeah, but I'm your idiot, bro."
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