Baltimore, Sunday Night

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It had been another bad day. The worst part was, there had been nothing that had made it a bad day. It wasn't like there was rhyme or reason for it, but for some reason as the sun went down and the lights came on over the water, Kathy been struck anew by grief, her breath thick in her throat, her eyes burning with tears. Maybe the lights had reminded her of LA. Or maybe they'd reminded her of happier, easier times, when everything was good. More than good. Perfect. She'd known what she was doing and why--everything had made sense. She'd had a plan and every step she'd taken had moved her closer to her goals.

Now she had no plan, no goals other than 'make it through the day.' Some days, she felt good, like she was making progress, uncovering bits and pieces of herself that she'd thought she'd lost, trying to fit them into the person she was now like shards of a broken mirror. Other days, like today, she felt like she was drowning and every breath was a struggle around the thick weight of grief and regret and pain that sat on her chest like a creature out of myth. Most days were somewhere in-between, an odd muted gray as she fumbled her way, uncertain whether she was moving forward or backwards or even off to the side.

Like she did so many nights, she made her way to Baltimore. This time, she found herself on a rooftop somewhere, staring down at the city. She didn't think she'd even stood on this particular building as Banzai before, but still the vantage point and the angles were so familiar that the ache she felt sharpened to the point of true pain. But the tears stayed where they were, locked away, and instead she just sat, staring at the city, at the life, she'd once called hers and waited for it to pass.

It would pass, right?



[For one and up early for SP]

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"I don't know, Kat. Maybe not this month," he said. "Or next month."

Damn it. Now Dante wished he had a drink.

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She'd offered the out!

"But at some point, I'm going to bail on you," she supplied.

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"Yeah."

Dante... couldn't really get around that.

At least the stars were pretty.

"Funny, right?" he said. "I'm supposed to be the one who can stick his dick in whatever if he thinks it'll get him off."

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"The one who manages to bring up that he likes it rough in pretty much any conversation?" Kathy asked with a trace of a smile. It faded quickly. "You haven't been that guy in a long time, Dante. And it's not like this is just about getting laid for me, either."

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"I don't know," Dante said. Again. But honestly. "You and Anders are the ones who do all the complex emotions bullshit."

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"Yeah, but it's not like you don't have them," Kathy pointed out. "Just because you don't like to talk about them doesn't mean they're not there. Or is the reason we're not sleeping together because you're terribly concerned about me?"

It wasn't and she knew it.

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Dante dropped back the rest of the way onto the roof. It felt like the right time.

"No."

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"Didn't think so."

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"Points to you, I guess."

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"Not doing this for points," Kathy said. "I just want to--" She scrubbed at her face again, hand creeping up into her hair and tugging at it a bit in frustration. "This isn't about sex though. Not really."

She wasn't going to say that it's about what the sex meant, but that would just send Dante screaming off the roof or something.

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"Seems like it is," Dante said, still sounding wary. "Or what?"

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She shot him a baleful glare. "Come on, Dante. As great as sex was between us, if you decided to be a celibate monk, I wouldn't suddenly stop wanting to be your friend." She was going to go for it and he could just scream if he wanted to. "It's what the sex--or lack thereof--means."

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"That I don't feel like sleeping with you?" Dante ventured. "Fuck, Kathy."

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She would kick him for being obtuse if she didn't think that she was failing at communication.

"And it's the reason why that concerns me!" she said. "You don't wanna have sex anymore because you're feeling monogamous, or you don't like girls anymore, or sex gives you hives--fine! Great! I respect your choices! But it's that you don't feel like having sex with me, cause there's a great big gaping thing between us and that's what bothers me! The thing! Do I miss sex with you? Of course! But I miss being friends--real friends--a hell of a lot more. That's what I'm trying to get at! Not that I missing the orgasms but that I miss you and the lack of you in my bed is just a symptom of what it is that I'm missing!"

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... Woah. Yelling Kathy. That'd been a while.

(And yes, you could read that exact train of thought on Dante's face. He still wasn't good at poker-facing anything.)

"Okay," he said slowly. "Yeah. I'm not sure how to fix that."

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And just as quickly, she ran out of steam and flopped back against the wall. "I know. And I don't have any ideas about how to do that. I just don't want you thinking that it's about just sex when it's really, really not."

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Dante sighed.

"Like I said," he said. "I can't trust you."

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"Can't trust me not to run off and break my neck, sure," Kathy said. "But not trust me to...what? Talk to you?"

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Dante stared across the roof, at the dark edges of the skyline in the distance.

"Not to lie to me," he said finally. "Not to fuck me over again later when it works out better for you."

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"Right," she sighed heavily. "I'd forgotten that everything I'd said to you before I'd died, every emotion I ever expressed, every bit of optimism I had about you and your future turned into a lie when an unforeseen circumstance popped up. It's not that I was wrong, or stupid, or anything like that, it's that I was lying to you."

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"Yeah, 'unforseen circumstance'," Dante said, his mouth twisting. "There's always unforseen fucking circumstances, Kathy, and you showed me where I stood when it came to that."

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"You're going up against an unkillable demon king with the hope that killing an asshole on TV and fucking with his soda distribution is going to make him stupid enough to make himself vulnerable to deal with you himself," Kathy reminded him. "Instead of sending out a legion of demons to do it for him like would be fucking smart. But, let me guess. You feel like you've got a chance. This is something that you have to do."

She gave him a sardonic look. "This might not be as wrapped up in your ego as LA was for mine, but it's not all that much different."

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"It is different," Dante snapped. "What do you think the alternative is for me, exactly? You think I can go take off for some nice Ivy League school instead and nobody's gonna bother me again?"

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"You're not even sure if killing Mundus will stop the demons," Kathy reminded. "I asked you that. And tell me truthfully. No bullshit. If you knew it wouldn't, but Vergil still asked for your help, would you do it anyway?"

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"Yeah," Dante said, without hesitation. "Because I'd be dead anyway and the fucker deserves to die."

He turned his head, looking her right in the eye. "You still don't get it, do you, Kathy? After all this fucking time. You had everything! You could've had a good life if you hadn't chosen to do what you did! Me, this is the first time I have a fucking shot at being more than a dead man walking! Get a life, get a future, the same shit you decided to throw in the dirt because it wasn't fucking good enough for you!"