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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

timed to early April?

Therapy with Dr. Fuller has scaled back to twice a month, instead of once a week. He's been talking to his boss at the auto shop about picking up more hours once classes let out, but for now, that's still part time, too. So he's got a little more free time on his hands than he had even last month, and he's filled it with Neil, sports, and, oh yeah, meditating with an actual Jedi.

If anyone had told him last year his life would be like this now, he wouldn't believe them.

Well, he would, because he'd feel their conviction, but that's not the point.

The point is, he's just left Obi-Wan's, and while it's not like he feels wrecked like he sometimes does after therapy, he definitely feels a little raw, and he finds himself wanting something gentle on the empathy.

Someone gentle on it.

He pulls out his phone and types out u busy? before sending it to Rosie. A moment later, he adds, Meet me at the park? He doesn't want to go back to his apartment, and he doesn't want to be alone, and the gentle, soft, cloud-gray of Rosie's feelings sound really, really nice right now.

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[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

Unwittingly, Caleb has the same thought, and he refuses to dampen the moment by mentioning it. He smiles over at her.

"I think you would be, too," he says. "Except now I'm trying to picture you with an American accent, and it's about as weird as trying to picture myself with a British one."

[forthsofar]

"Oh, that would be weird," she agrees. "Either way. We wouldn't sound like ourselves at all." Rosie concentrates hard, trying to figure out how to flatten her accent, change it into something more like Caleb's or Sabrina's, Charlie's or Neil's. "I'm the American Rosie Wilson," she says when she think she's worked it out, and it doesn't even sound right, not by half. "Howdy, partner."

She snorts, once, then lets out another delighted spill of laughter. "Oh my god, that was horrible."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Oh my god," he says, laughing. "You're lucky I already know I can't do a British accent, so I'm not even gonna try." He'd done the whole Monty Python thing, and Alice had teased him relentlessly about the shitiness of his accent. (Hers isn't much better, but even he can admit it's better.)

[forthsofar]

"Coward," she says, one eyebrow lifting even as she keeps her eyes closed against the glare of the sun. "I knew I was going to be terrible at it and I did it anyway. It's not like I'm going to tell the Queen and have you sent to the Tower."

She pretends to think about it. "Although maybe if it's very bad..."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

"Whoa!" he yelps, laughing at the fight in her words, however playful. "Fine, Jesus, okay!" He clears his throat and, in a not-quite-terrible, weirdly Scottish accent, says, "Hi there, American Rosie, I'm British Caleb, and you'd better not tell the bloody Queen." He breaks into snickers and covers his face with his hands.

[forthsofar]

Rosie's quiet for a long time after Caleb speaks, long enough that his laughter peters away and there's only the faint sounds of the park and the wind through the trees around them. "Well," she says finally. She tries to make it serious, even appalled, but the corner of her mouth curls up in a grin. "You did warn me it was bad, but I wasn't expecting that."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

It's long enough that he actually starts to wonder if he's offended her somehow, as if her feelings wouldn't tell him so immediately, and he's halfway to a wince when she finally speaks.

"Ouch," he says with another laugh. "That bad, huh?"

[forthsofar]

"That bad," she says mock-gravely. It's not as easy to trick him, when he can read her feelings so well, but that doesn't mean she can't play with it a little. "Thankfully, you have other redeeming qualities."

[greatamazingfeelingsboy]

He rolls his eyes, playful and amused. "Oh, okay," he says, and reaches over to give her a gentle shove — which does nothing, since they're both laying down anyway.