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[Once he gets past the urge to just spew apologies, once he feels a little less like tearing his hair out, he gets on the network.]

You know, I don't remember if I ever said anything about it. But there's an animal clinic on board. [He holds up a set of keys, jingles them.] That's what those keys were, a while ago. I've got some experience working in one so, um. If anything happens, I've got stuff for splints and vaccines and worms and stuff. Since it'd be really easy for one to infect a whole bunch, you know?

[He pauses, because he remembers how people said apologies were unnecessary, that flood-selves weren't real, but like before, it just feels necessary, just to get it off his chest.]

And I'm sorry I was so...I'm just sorry.

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You especially.

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So that's got to be, like, the worst thing to get paired off of, right? [WORST BEHIND THEM THOUGH right? right?]

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And thanks. For not letting me do something...really bad.

[Spam for Alana]

[He thinks Alana probably needs more than a straightforward apology, though he's not sure why. Something tells him she doesn't really have friends here, and while it's kind of weird trying to be a friend to someone who could be, like, a school therapist or counselor or something, he also thinks it'd be nice to know that someone's thinking of you.

Or something. He's seriously not over thinking it.

So eventually, Scott makes his way to her door, knocking. He knows there's a dog in there.]

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That's my line when I find out that you're letting me win. Get with the program, Scott!

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Oh man, am I stuck int he 20th century?

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At least until you can find a DeLorean.

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A what?

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[advocacy]

You've never watched any of the Back to the Future movies?

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Oh - some? I remember the guy with the crazy hair. And the kid with the vest.

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[She laughs.]

The car they use to time travel is a DeLorean. Remember?

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Oh - with the doors that opened upwards?

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[advocacy]

That's the one!

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Yeah, let's get one of those.

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[advocacy]

Do you even know how to drive?

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Permit and everything.

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[advocacy]

Wow, I'm impressed.

[She giggles.]

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Yeah, and it's so useful for riding my bike. I hope you like sitting on handelbars.

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[advocacy]

You know, I don't think I'd mind that much.

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You say that now, but wait till we have to go a few miles. You'll change your mind.

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[advocacy]

We could take turns then.

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Or you could pedal the whole way. I'll be, like. Chivalrous, and save you from the handlebars.

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[advocacy]

Isn't pedaling more work?

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Mmmmaybe, but at least your butt won't hurt?

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I guess I should feel special that you're thinking of my butt.

[A beat before she realizes--]

I didn't mean like that. I meant. [She flushes and clears her throat.] You know what I meant.

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I know.

[He has no idea what she meant but she's blushing and he feels a little bad except he's definitely smiling a little, too.]

I've totally got your butt's best interests in mind.

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[advocacy]

[Oh God, Scott. Why? She's trying to get her blush under control and you gotta go and say something like that.]

Hoooooow about we stop talking about my butt?

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Do you wanna talk about my butt?

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Scott!

[You'd be getting smacked right for that, mister. On the arm. And probably pretty lightly. But!]