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[He nods slowly, and he doesn't want to believe her honestly- doesn't want to just forget this ever happened and move on with his life, but why would that be such a bad thing? It feels disrespectful, sure, but when the alternative is self loathing, he can understand wanting to just put everything behind them.]

...can you forgive me? [It's quiet, soft. If Erica can, if Sophie can, if Scott can, then maybe this will be okay. If they can't, then he'll have to- he doesn't know. He'll have to figure out something else.]

[Erica shifts a bit, her head moving to rest to his shoulder as she just takes a breath. It's... it's odd to think that she has to forgive him. Maybe it's for the things that he told other people...

She's not even sure what all he told people. Most of that night is still slightly a blur.]

It'll be okay, Isaac. We'll always be okay.

['Not always,' he wants to tell her, but he doesn't. Isaac glances downward, biting at his lower lip and nods. It isn't an explicit forgiveness, of course, but he has to take it and do with it what he will.]

...I hope so. I hope this never happens again.

[She'll say the words eventually, but right now she's just relieved that he's alive and that he's there. It's difficult to even pinpoint what he is looking for forgiveness for, too, and she doesn't just want to say the words and not have them actually mean something.

Her hand moves to back, resting near his shoulder. Giving him a squeeze she nods.]

I completely support that. [Pulling back she looks him in the eyes and smiles.] I'm glad you came back here.

You asked me to.

[And he doesn't want to think about how he didn't last time- doesn't want to think about how he probably hurt her, made her mistrust that he would come back.

But he's here now, that's what matters. That has to matter.]

-kinda wanna sleep for a week, though. I feel sore all over.

[Erica nods. She's glad he came back, though she's not sure if it's good that it was because she asked or if she wonders if he'd wanted to come back if she hadn't... it's not something she wants to think too heavily on. Not right now, at least.]

I can get you something for the soreness and I'll sleep on the couch tonight so you don't have to worry about me kicking you in my sleep. [Not that she thinks she does, but she also figures that he might just want that space.]

I can take the couch.

[He shakes his head, not wanting to put her out any more than he already has. It's been bad enough already.]

Don't worry about it.

[Erica shakes her head, frowning at him.]

I said that I'd take the couch. You're sore and tired and it's darker and quieter in the bedroom. Really, I don't mind. [Her hand squeezes his as she moves to step away from him.]

I'll get you the aspirin.

...thanks.

[Isaac just nods at that and moves toward the bedroom, his shoulders sagging a little in exhaustion. It still feels like too much to handle right now

[Erica moves to get some aspirin from the cabinet and a glass of water, following him to the bedroom after him. She sets the glass on the small bedside table and sits on her side of the bed, even if she's not going to be sleeping there tonight. Her hand holds out the two pills.]

I want to talk about it, but I don't really know ... how to talk about it. I mean, there are things that I don't remember and I'm sure things you don't remember... but I know somehow stories could line up. If it was... [She looks at him.] If it was you that put the knife in my hand. [Her hand still shakes outwardly at him, gesturing for him to take the pills, because even if she's looking for answers, she's not going to be a jerk about his headache.]

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