MCA #5, All Day Thursday

[electrocynic]

To recap, the last week or so in Sarah’s life:

First, three days more or less entirely spent in bed with her ex-boyfriend. Yes, the one who’d fucked off to be a hero in space a few years back. Yes, the one she had not been over ever since. That one. Guy Gardner, ginger bloody menace and royal pain in her heart.

Then, two days and slowly working on making it three spent... mostly in bed, but also on the couch. Alone. Except for a few tubs of ice cream and some now-empty bottles of beer. She hadn’t even bothered to get hammered. She knew that wouldn't actually do anything but make her even more miserable.

As if that was somehow possible.

So anyway, now day three of her moping was dragging on. Maybe tomorrow she'd actually go outside. But she wasn’t counting on it. Not when there was takeout.

[ooc: Open, and up way early because I have actual class today and phone-pinging is infinitely easier than phone-posting, omg.]

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton let out a soft snort. "No," he agreed. "And no amount of explaining is going to take their minds off of it. The drive is that strong."

[electrocynic]

"I didn't even try," Sarah admitted, glancing away. Her lips twisted. "Well, no. Yelled at him a whole fucking lot the first time."

[suitably_heroic]

"And you're usually so calm and gentle," Atton joked.

[electrocynic]

"We used to yell at each other all the time."

That was not a thing that should have sounded mildly, vaguely fond. But then she probably wouldn't have been as wrecked as she was right now if Guy hadn't been such a great match for her.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton bit down on a Well that's healthy. Considering the way he and Meetra had occasionally thrown each other's war crimes in each other's faces, well.

"Think you made your point?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah and Guy had mostly thrown down repeatedly over whether children could or should be heroes. It was a weird thing.

She missed it.

"Yeah." She leaned forward and set her carton on the coffee table, on top of a pile of old issues of New Power Express. "Doesn't really matter, though, does it? My heart's still fucking broken."

Okay, between the shit week and the way they'd just screwed up something as simple as a hug, she was officially out of giving a fuck over whether that was something to state out loud.

[suitably_heroic]

"No, it doesn't matter."

It rarely did. If it ever did.

Atton put his own carton down, then pushed it further down the table with his boot.

[electrocynic]

Sarah put her elbows against her knees. Then her face in her hands.

It wasn't a crying thing, it was a 'God I'm exhausted' thing.

"This is so pathetic."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton threw her a little glance. "No," he said, "You're upright and eating a few days after this happened. That's not pathetic. Just figuring out how to cope again."

[electrocynic]

"It's pathetic to have to be doing this again."

It was, in fact, worse this time around.

[suitably_heroic]

"It sucks to have to do it again," Atton said. "Doesn't make it any less of a kick in the nuts."

[electrocynic]

Sarah pulled her head up to throw him a glance. "Don't have any."

That was inane. She didn't care.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton rolled his eyes. "Kick to the boobs," he said, "Whatever."

[electrocynic]

Sarah snorted.

Which was better than her reactions to most things lately. She sighed and leaned back against couch.

[suitably_heroic]

"At least he's alive," Atton offered. "He could get back here some day."

[electrocynic]

"And smash me up into pieces again?"

She rested her head against the back of the sofa, looking up towards the ceiling. Her tone was much milder again. Less with the self-pity, despite the words.

"Suppose so, yeah."

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "Maybe if you punch him in the head enough times, he'll lose the hero complex."

[electrocynic]

"Doubt it. It's in his... blood, or something else fucking cliche like that."

Sigh.

[suitably_heroic]

"And there's no way you can get out there?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah made a face. "Space is not for me."

Which was not to say she hadn't spent far too much time staring at portal schedules for Oa. Over the last couple of... years.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton shrugged. "'Space' is just another place," he said. "Doubly so, considering how you people use it."

[electrocynic]

"Well it's not one I want to explore, alright?" she replied, glowering at... the middle distance, really.

[suitably_heroic]

"Fine, fine," Atton said, holding up his hands. "I'm just sayin'. No reason to get glowery."

[electrocynic]

"You don't think I've considered that option?"

The glower was much milder when it was directed at him, honest.

"Becase it's pretty fucking obvious."

[suitably_heroic]

"Then why not?" Atton asked. "It's 'pretty fucking obvious' that you care enough."