xp_communication | IM log: Nathan and Domino

*** GunForHire signed on at Sun Mar 12 15:25:15 2004.
*** LadyLuck13 signed on at Sun Mar 21 15:38:22 2004.
LadyLuck13: Hey, asshole.
GunForHire: Hey, tiger. How's Seoul?
LadyLuck13: Hot and sticky. Hurray for air conditioning.
GunForHire: Thanks for doing this, Dom. I don't know what the hell Pete's thinking... he claims Doyle set up the job, but he seems to have been drunk or not listening all the times G.W. and I talked about Why You Stay Away From The Fucking CIA.
LadyLuck13: Pete's got that misguided altruism thing going. It's cute.
GunForHire: Yes, we all know you think Wisdom is 'cute'.
LadyLuck13: What can I say? I like them scruffy and foul-mouthed.
LadyLuck13: I'm still charging him double if I have to go in and get him, though.
GunForHire: That's my girl.
LadyLuck13: ::snorts::
GunForHire: Don't laugh at me.
LadyLuck13: Then don't treat me like I'm still seventeen. Bastard.
GunForHire: What did I do?
LadyLuck13: You tell me, Nate.
GunForHire: I'm too tired to play games, Dom.
LadyLuck13: I'm not playing. Tell me.
GunForHire: ...what?
LadyLuck13: Don't be dense.
GunForHire: Don't be coy. What?
LadyLuck13: Fine. Does the process of domestication continue apace?
GunForHire: ...I'm going to pretend I have no idea what you're talking about.
LadyLuck13: Yeah. You're good at that.
GunForHire: Dom...
LadyLuck13: Nate, it's not possible to make puppy-dog eyes at me over the fucking Internet. Don't even try, okay?
GunForHire: You're still angry I went to Moira.
LadyLuck13: No. I'm angry you went for nearly a year having precognitive visions and blackouts and didn't think to tell the people you were going into the field with that you weren't capable of watching your own back, let alone theirs. I'm just mildly irked that you went to MacTaggart.
GunForHire: Do you want an apology? Because I will apologize... for the first part of that, I mean. I know I was being stupid, I just... wasn't thinking clearly.
LadyLuck13: Oh, Nate, for fuck's sake...
GunForHire: Not much of an excuse, I know.
LadyLuck13: No, it's not. You tell MacTaggart about all the shit that happened because you were trying to soldier on while your head was fucked up?
GunForHire: Moira and I don't talk about that part of my life.
LadyLuck13: Pity. Must get in the way.
GunForHire: Bite me.
LadyLuck13: Hey, I keep offering...
GunForHire: Dom, come on...
LadyLuck13: Was it really that bad? Volgograd, I mean. It had to have been, given that you've been avoiding the subject ever since...
GunForHire: We shouldn't have done it.
LadyLuck13: Prude.
GunForHire: Tell me it hasn't caused problems.
LadyLuck13: Sure it's caused problems. When was the last time you didn't flinch when I gave you a hug?
GunForHire: I flinch when anyone gives me a hug, Dom.
LadyLuck13: But you're doing it out of embarassment when it's me. And that's stupid, Nate. Even if it was just a spur of the moment thing that night, there was nothing intrinsically wrong about it.
GunForHire: Yes, there was. I'm fifteen years older than you are and I'm technically your boss.
LadyLuck13: I say again, prude.
GunForHire: And it was a spur of the moment drunken thing.
LadyLuck13: Ahh, I get it. The control-freak strikes again.
GunForHire: And you want more.
LadyLuck13: ...I didn't say you were that good.
GunForHire: I'm not totally blind, Dom. Just willfully so, sometimes.
LadyLuck13: Fuck you. Egotistical shit.
GunForHire: The vodka and the hypothermia were no excuse for giving you the wrong impression.
LadyLuck13: The wrong impression? Not that you're right, you self-righteous son of a bitch. I'm just wondering what's going on in that fucked-up mind of yours now.
GunForHire: I've never been into the whole one-night stand thing, Dom. The fact that I did it with someone I care about does make me a shit, and I'm sorry.
LadyLuck13: Oh, so I was the one who was no good, then? You got a taste and decided to send the rest back?
GunForHire: Dom, damn it. I've told you before, I don't remember. And what the hell were you doing giving me vodka when I was hypothermic, anyway? You never did explain that.
LadyLuck13: Moira can't be that much better a fuck than I am.
GunForHire: Now you're pushing that line again.
LadyLuck13: Fuck you. You drew the line, doesn't mean I have to respect it.
GunForHire: It is if you want us to stay friends, Domino.
LadyLuck13: ...fuck.
GunForHire: What?
LadyLuck13: You're in love with her, aren't you?
LadyLuck13: I mean, really. Not just this whole Florence Nightingale shit you've been nursing - pardon the pun - for the last seven years. You actually love her. You wouldn't threaten me like that if you didn't.
GunForHire: I'm not trying to threaten you.
GunForHire: Is it really that hard just to... be nice, damn it? She's not one of us. She's not used to the vicious, profanity-laden banter that stands in for our everyday conversations.
LadyLuck13: Maybe not. But you didn't answer my question.
GunForHire: You didn't answer mine, either.
LadyLuck13: Don't stall. I asked first.
GunForHire: We weren't talking about Moira.
LadyLuck13: You're still stalling.
GunForHire: Dom...
LadyLuck13: Hey, listen. I've got an idea. You answer my question, and then you and I can chew over precisely how you care about me and why you're not going to touch me with a ten-foot pole ever again.
GunForHire: I'm sorry. This isn't how I was intending this conversation to go.
LadyLuck13: Sorry has no meaning, remember? Answer the fucking question, Dayspring.
GunForHire: Yes.
LadyLuck13: Yes what?
LadyLuck13: Say it. None of us are going to get anywhere if you don't.
GunForHire: Yes, I love her.
GunForHire: I love her, I'm in love with her. I think I have been for years. In fact, I know I have been for years. I was just too stupid and stubborn to admit it.
GunForHire: Dom?
LadyLuck13: Sorry. Room service.
GunForHire: Oh.
LadyLuck13: And before you ask, yes, it was room service. I didn't sneak off to have a fucking cry in the bathroom.
GunForHire: I wasn't going to say that.
LadyLuck13: Maybe not, but I bet there's a part of you that was thinking it.
GunForHire: I'm a shit.
LadyLuck13: Yes. Yes, you are.
GunForHire: A monumental shit?
LadyLuck13: Yes. And next time I see you, I get to beat your ass on principle.
GunForHire: Okay...
LadyLuck13: Fuck, Nate. I can see your sad face from here.
GunForHire: Good. Because it's a very sad face. I never wanted to hurt you, Dom...
LadyLuck13: Uh-huh. That I've heard before.
GunForHire: I don't know what else to say.
LadyLuck13: Yeah. If I was in the room with you right now, what would you be doing?
GunForHire: Hiding under the bed.
LadyLuck13: Coward.
GunForHire: You bet.
LadyLuck13: Really hiding?
GunForHire: Maybe giving you a hug. If you'd let me. Then hiding. Or letting you beat me up, whatever you felt like doing.
LadyLuck13: Can I shoot you?
GunForHire: If you feel like you have to... we could arrange that.
LadyLuck13: It would just be a flesh wound.
GunForHire: Really?
LadyLuck13: Really. I don't actually want to kill you. You're too messed up. It would be like shooting a retarded puppy.
GunForHire: Thank goodness for convenient insanity, then.
LadyLuck13: Yeah.
LadyLuck13: Let's not talk about this anymore, okay? Not right now. We can do it in person later. Sort the rest of it out.
GunForHire: In person?
LadyLuck13: Well, I'm assuming you're not going to avoid me for the rest of your life. We can set up a meeting in New York in a few weeks. When you're feeling better.
LadyLuck13: Or do you actually not want to see me?
GunForHire: I'm just not sure I'm going to be feeling better in a few weeks.
LadyLuck13: It's pretty bad, then. I figured it was, from what you didn't say.
GunForHire: Yeah.
LadyLuck13: Ignore everything I said about Moira, okay? If she can help you through this, fixate on her to your messed-up little heart's content.
GunForHire: Now you're getting all noble on me.
LadyLuck13: I'm not noble, I'm scared. Even if part of me wants to castrate you at the moment, I don't want to lose you. The words Nathan and schizophrenic are just not supposed to go together.
GunForHire: It's not real schizophrenia. Just comes across like that.
LadyLuck13: Same difference.
LadyLuck13: You're scared, aren't you?
GunForHire: Yeah.
LadyLuck13: I'm sorry, babe. I really am. You don't deserve to have something like this happen to you. Even if you are a shit.
GunForHire: Poetic justice.
LadyLuck13: Don't start.
GunForHire: I can't help myself...
LadyLuck13: Uh-huh. Look... much as I'd like to sit here and talk to you all night, I ought to eat this food before it gets cold and then go see Kun. Just so that I have everything in order in case I have to go extract our Brit.
GunForHire: If Pete doesn't get back in touch, I'll hit Doyle up for the info and get it to you.
LadyLuck13: All right. You take it easy, okay?
GunForHire: I'll try.
LadyLuck13: I am going to come see you.
GunForHire: Promise?
LadyLuck13: Promise. Bye, Nate.
*** LadyLuck13 signed off at Sun Mar 21 16:08:22 2004.
GunForHire: Bye...
*** GunForHire signed on at Sun Mar 21 16:09:43 2004.