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voicemail sent a couple of days after the mingle

[bubblegumheart]

Hi Jason. It's Chrissy. I know you're probably still mad at me, but I wanted to see if you were okay. A phone call might have been better, but this felt... easier.

[And Chrissy is, ultimately, still kind of a coward sometimes.]

I'm not expecting a response, but I am kind of hoping you're not mad anymore because I think you're really interesting, and I'd like to be friends.

Call

[copsormasks]

[Ring ring!]

[bubblegumheart]

[Well shit.]

Hi.

[copsormasks]

[When Jason speaks, he's surprisingly calm, considering their last conversation.]

This is Chrissy, right?

[bubblegumheart]

[He does sound calmer than the last time they spoke, and she's hoping that's a good sign.]

Yea, sorry, this is Chrissy. How are you?

[copsormasks]

Fine. I guess. [He sucks in a breath.] I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at...

[What does he call the Bats? Capes? Masks? Family? What is the easiest way to convey the clutter of supers to Chrissy.]

A lot of people here know me. They're trying to control me. And I guess I took it out on you.

[bubblegumheart]

I'm glad to hear that.

[She's glad to hear both, actually, but one feels more selfish than the other.]

That sounds really complicated. I'm sorry. You're allowed to feel however you feel, though. Anyone who tries to tell you differently is full of shit.

[copsormasks]

[Jason huffs out an exhale.]

Yeah, good luck telling them.

[bubblegumheart]

I'm telling you because it's an easy thing to forget sometimes.

[copsormasks]

[Silent roll of the eyes.]

Well, thanks. I guess.

[bubblegumheart]

You're welcome.

[Alas, she cannot hear the eyeroll.]

I could try telling them if you think it'll work.

[copsormasks]

I doubt it. They all have harder heads than me.

[bubblegumheart]

Do you want me to?

[copsormasks]

Don't waste your time. Seriously. [But he does mentally tag Chrissy as 'in my corner.']

[bubblegumheart]

Well, the offer is there if you change your mind.

[As far as she's concerned, it wouldn't be a waste of time at all if there's even a chance of it working, but she's also not going to push it.]

[copsormasks]

[Jason pauses, letting himself have this moment.]

Hey, thanks. Don't have a lot of people in my corner right now.

[bubblegumheart]

I know how that feels.

[Which probably sounds like bullshit, all things considered, but it is what it is.]

I am, though.

[copsormasks]

Yeah? [For what feels like the first time in a long time, Jason takes her at her word.]

Okay. I believe you.

[bubblegumheart]

Unfortunately.

[People never tended to ask a lot of questions as long as she showed them what they wanted to see, and the only thing they ever seemed to want to see was an idealized version of her. Sometimes, she wonders if that changed after Vecna.]

It's true either way. We could do something. If you want.

[copsormasks]

How about pizza? Your place?

[Jason continues to move from apartment to apartment out of paranoia (or justified knowledge that the older bats are watching him), so he doesn't really have his own permanent place.]

[bubblegumheart]

I could eat.

[Normally, she might question the immediate jump to her place, but honestly, her place is too quiet most of the time- and she's not really that worried about it. The apartments are all labeled, anyway.]

What kind of pizza?

[copsormasks]

Pepperoni? Stuffed crust if they've got it?

[Eat an entire day's value of carbs with one bite?]

[bubblegumheart]

So... I was just trying to sneakily see if you liked weird pizza toppings, but you are a genius.

[Her mother would lose her shit, which just makes it an even better idea.]

[copsormasks]

Hell yeah, I am. I'll pick it up on the way over.

[bubblegumheart]

Great! Then I guess I'll see you in a bit.