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Aftermath in Two Parts / for Jack
July 10th, 2020 (late)
Anne limps slightly as she makes her way home, the aches of her scrap with Sweeney growing sharper and the haze of alcohol no longer dulling it, but she still feels satisfied, glad she made the challenge, pleased she held her own. Sweeney is as mad as he claims, but it don't put her off, not when she finds herself reflecting it back so easily. It was a good fight; she'll need to go easy for a while, but it was a good fight.
She doesn't think much about how Jack might react when he sees her like this until she's climbing the stairs to their apartment, digging around for her keys. She supposes he'll worry at first, but there's no vengeance to be claimed, no wrong been done. It was a fight she invited, and anyway, she's had worse.
Probably time to tell him about why, though. About Beverly and Rosie, the promises she made them. Been long enough.
Anne pushes the door open with a soft grunt, stepping inside and taking her hat off, wincing only slightly at the twinge that comes from lifting her arm. Fuck's sake. She needs to do this more often, lest she wants to start going soft.
Anne limps slightly as she makes her way home, the aches of her scrap with Sweeney growing sharper and the haze of alcohol no longer dulling it, but she still feels satisfied, glad she made the challenge, pleased she held her own. Sweeney is as mad as he claims, but it don't put her off, not when she finds herself reflecting it back so easily. It was a good fight; she'll need to go easy for a while, but it was a good fight.
She doesn't think much about how Jack might react when he sees her like this until she's climbing the stairs to their apartment, digging around for her keys. She supposes he'll worry at first, but there's no vengeance to be claimed, no wrong been done. It was a fight she invited, and anyway, she's had worse.
Probably time to tell him about why, though. About Beverly and Rosie, the promises she made them. Been long enough.
Anne pushes the door open with a soft grunt, stepping inside and taking her hat off, wincing only slightly at the twinge that comes from lifting her arm. Fuck's sake. She needs to do this more often, lest she wants to start going soft.
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He doesn't talk about Charles. She doesn't ask him. Don't know how. What he says doesn't surprise her, exactly, but she still don't like hearing it. And when he suggests that might've been why she did what she did...
She huffs softly and thinks a long while before answering.
"It wasn't that," she says, gentle and firm. "I don't want that. And if I did I wouldn't have gone to him." She hesitates a moment longer and sighs. "Not sure why I did it," she admits finally. "I just wanted to feel something familiar. Remind myself what I am. And it felt good. I enjoyed it. I won." She still feels a little bit of pride and satisfaction, despite everything.
She's quiet a moment longer, listening to Jack breathe. "Won't do it again, though," she says, certain she owes him that much. "Not like that."