suitably_heroic: (dsp: ew.)
The last couple of days had been... good. Sure, camping meant mud and cold and rain, but with a space heater and some good company, it was actually tolerable. Besides, everything out here in New York State was so far from the reality of Fandom, of Coruscant, of everything else that it actually brought a calm with it Atton hadn't anticipated.

Until last night, anyway, when he'd finally found out Dane had called in sick for this whole adventure.

He woke up to the smell of woodsmoke and sausages. Squinting, Atton rolled out of his bedroll and stuck his head out of the tent.

Yep, that was definitely his roommate cooking over the fire, out there. He prepped himself to say hello and maybe find a good way to dance around an apology. Maybe they could just ignore it? Or--

"I know you think I let people walk all over me," Dane said, pushing the sausages around the pan. "That I let them fuck up my life. I know, okay? Don't you think Jill hasn't hit me with the same shit over and over again? And she was actually there when I wrecked my own life three times over. You're getting Dane Mark 2.0."

Atton wondered what mark he was on, himself. Atton 5.0? 6.0? Did you start counting all over again with a name change? He sighed, pushing himself up. "I know--" he said.

"I wanted to be here, so I decided to be here," Dane said. "That's it. I'm not going to play fetch and roll around in the mud if you ask me to."

This was going to be a fun morning. )

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