hello world hope you're listening forgive me if i'm young

[bereavements]

"Hey, not not here right now. Leave a message if you want.
If you called me, then you know who you're trying to get, don't you?"
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[bereavements]

Is that the tamale house?

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[skybluejeep]

That's the one. I'm thinking we could all bring a dish of some kind to help out, too.

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[bereavements]

So, when you say we're all invited you mean all

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[skybluejeep]

Uh huh.

And yes, I know it's "all going to go terribly wrong."

It's Thanksgiving. It's my favorite holiday. Time for family and friends. Please?

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[bereavements]

Dude, I'm coming. Did you invite Allison and Lydia? Erica?

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[skybluejeep]

Yeah. Haven't heard back from any of 'em yet.

And Derek says he's not going but I'm gonna force him.

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[bereavements]

Why even try?

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[skybluejeep]

Because nobody should be alone on Thanksgiving. Not even Derek Hale.

Maybe even especially not Derek Hale.

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[bereavements]

Sounds like you're trying to call him self destructive.

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[skybluejeep]

Actually, I'm pointing out that nearly his entire family was murdered and he's spent god knows how much time alone and miserable, and he the martyr complex is wearing really thin.

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[bereavements]

That's... a lot to point out.

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[skybluejeep]

Go big or go home, I always say.

Look, I get it? You don't even have to look him in the eye if you don't want to. But I'm still inviting him.

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[bereavements]

You're channeling Finstock.

No. I get it, too. I think we're okay now.

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[skybluejeep]

When I start spouting the monologue from Independence Day, then I'll worry.

I'm glad you guys are cool. He needs friends.

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[bereavements]

Derek and I aren't friends.

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[skybluejeep]

Ooo-kay. Then Derek needs somebody who at least won't stab him in the back, kick him in the nuts, and only pretend to like him.

At least if you don't like him, you're honest with him about it.

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[bereavements]

I am honest with him. And I never said I don't like him. I like the guy. He's all I had for months.

As for the other stuff, he's been there. What, twice, now? You'd think he'd learn.

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[skybluejeep]

Hey, you know? Sometimes people need to be smacked around repeatedly to get a lesson in. Like the epic clue-batting you gave me, once upon a time, as I recall.

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[bereavements]

How am I supposed to tell him he has lousy taste in women?

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[skybluejeep]

That's easy. "Derek, you have lousy taste in women. You should cultivate better taste in men."

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[bereavements]

Can I be there when you tell him that?

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[skybluejeep]

HAH! Yeah, sure. Put a tarp down first so my blood doesn't get all over the floor.

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[bereavements]

Don't joke about blood tarps.

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[skybluejeep]

[That takes a second to register, a giant question mark in his mind. And then he realizes.]

Shit. Sorry.