Hey, you've reached Ben. I'm probably at the gym or Stark's or eating ice cream--shh, I don't want to hear about it, Ender and Karla--but I'll get back to you when I turn the comm back on if you leave a message!
"I try but they see that picture of you in the phone and they just can't help but dial you," John teased. "It's really more about you needing to stop looking like a player."
"Spiceloaf?" John was going to gape for a moment. "First, that sounds disgusting in name alone. Second, really? Leia bakes?" No wonder Jaina could hardly boil water.
"Remind me to be glad I don't go to family dinners," he answered, completely horrified by the idea. "And to come down with some terrible disease if I am invited."
"Hey, sometimes we all need a nice hit to remind us where our head should be," John told him. "And sometimes it feels good to hit someone, even if they're not quite the right someone."
While technically that made very little sense, John was all too familiar with screwed up feelings that made very little sense. "I hear you. And you don't really have the option of figuring it out, right?"
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Oblivious, party of one.
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"It's good to be aware of your faults," John answered. "Probably a tenet of something. Somewhere."
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Yeah, Ben, that was going to come up.
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Oh, the cynicism of those whose heroes have let them down.
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