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[Brandon looks, for all intents and purposes, bored as hell.]

You know what this place really needs?

[Bit of a pause. Purely for dramatic effect, you understand. He is an actor.]

Twitter.

And if you have to ask me what that is, you're seriously dead to me. Like. Don't even try.

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I don't know anything! I got pulled out of time by an insane demigod to fight by proxy for his right to control all of history--where I almost died of dehydration in the middle of a desert first--was kidnapped and held hostage by an evil version of Captain Marvel from another universe, and then my boyfriend, who saved me from getting thrown back in time to die went and sacrificed himself to keep Thanos from destroying everything. I got back to Earth after the memorial service in Attilan for hundreds of thousands of people who gave their lives to keep the Cancerverse from invading our universe, and found out Atlantis was destroyed, and that the world blames me for the Superhuman Registration Act!

So yeah, forgive me for not having every little detail straight.

[Nita used OVERWHELMING GRIEF AND GUILT.]

[... oh.]

... I don't.

[Blame her. Not that he was too involved in that, since timelines. But. Yeah.]

[Oops, she's crying. Nita sniffs and wipes furiously at her eyes.]

How did everything get so screwed up?

If you ever figure it out, I'd love to hear it. Trust me.

[He's quiet for a moment, and then...]

Hey do you-- like. Should I... come over or something?

I--yeah, if you wanna.

[But it's his fault she's crying...Nita doesn't even know what her emotions are doing.]

You're Water sector, right? Which suite?

3A.

[I think, and it's like three clicks to get to the spreadsheet.]

Be there in a bit.

[and suddenly action! and Brandon is knocking at the door.]

[Nita's eyes are only a little red when she answers the door.]

Hey.

[You jerk.]

Edited (realized the subject line was wrong after approximately a million years) 2012-10-14 03:10 (UTC)

[His expression flickers a little. This was a dumb idea and he should (and rightfully does) feel pretty dumb about it. But he likes Nita and he was... probably more of an asshole than he needed to be.

So he rubs at his arm a little in uncertainty and then offers a hug? Do Atlanteans even like hugs what if it's secret underwater code for 'I'm about to kill you'.]

Sorry I'm a jerk.

[Nita is both thoroughly acclimated to surface customs, and also hell yes hugging is a thing in Atlantis. They're just all too stuffy to admit it. She hesitates for a second because she's not sure Brandon deserves a hug...but dammit, she's a touchy-feely person, and none of her friends are here, so she accepts the embrace, careful not to hug tightly enough to break any ribs.]

You'd think I'd be used to it by now.

[Hurk, Atlanteans are stronger than they look.]

What, jerks?

[Nita especially!]

Yes.

[Jerk.]

Well, I'm a jerk that came over to apologize. Does that make a difference?

[pause.]

Though I can't really remember what I'm apologizing for, since I spent most of the way over here going 'oh god I hope she doesn't punch me into the sun'. You're not going to do that, right?

Idiot, too.

[Nita lets him go and steps back a bit. Brandon doesn't seem to realize how insulting the implication is. Even Namor and his infamous temper don't hurt people who aren't a threat to him.]

Seriously, dude, I don't hit people who aren't trying to hit me.

[Well, the occasional smack upside the head, but that's different.]

Hey, I'm fresh out of the Norman Osborn 'abuse children until they do what I say' program. Don't hold it against me.

[He's awesome at accidentally insulting people.]

Him, I'd hit first.

[SHE DOESN'T LIKE THIS OSBORN GUY just based on talking to Brandon and Trauma. Also idk if she knows he's Green Goblin.]

[Wryly,]

We've got that in common.

C'mon in.

[Nita's actually fairly neat, and her living room is mostly presentable. There are a couple of pillows in weird locations, as if someone had hurled them against the wall in a fit of anger and left them where they landed.]

[And so he does. Awkwardly.]

... So was this a bad idea or am I actually helping?

Dude, if I couldn't deal with guys being idiots who don't think, I'd've snapped a long time ago.

[Have you heard of Namor? You know, anything whatsoever about him?]

I mean, Rich is--was--oh, dammit.

[She digs the heel of her hand into her eye as the tears threaten to start again.]

You're the first person here I've told about all of this.

Is that a bad thing? I mean. It... sounds like it's probably something you need to talk about.

[pot, kettle. varying shades of obsidian.]

I didn't want to bug anybody, you know? None of my friends are here, and even if they were, they probably wouldn't be the people I remember.

[She flops down on a couch and hugs her knees to her chest.]

Even Rich--Nova. One minute he was this guy who just couldn't get his act together, the next he's running Nova Corps and I find out it's been years for him and he commanded the United Front during the Annihilation War. The Kree Empire and Galactus's Heralds were taking orders from him! He ended the war by ripping Annihilus's heart out through his throat! This was my loser boyfriend who couldn't even keep a job at a burger place!

[One wonders what Nita saw in the guy at the time--but apparently she's an excellent judge of potential.]

Hey. It's not bugging other people. I promise. You're... you're allowed to have problems, and no one can tell you how to deal with them but you, you know?

[Brandon: startlingly self-aware sometimes.]

And hey, for the record, jobs at burger places suck. Just saying.

[Nita half-smiles up at him.]

Careful, I might start thinking you're not a jerk.

[She gets a meditative look at his comment about minimum-wage jobs.]

I wouldn't know. I've never actually had a job, not like what people mean when they talk about jobs.

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