[voice]

[cry_reaper]

I don't like sand in my house.

Has anyone figured out what the bloody hell is going on, yet? The food was annoying, my cigarettes were aggravating, but my bed is now a big pile of sand in the bedroom. The dog seems perfectly fine with it, but I am not a dog and I am running out of patience.

Anyone? Ideas?

Please?

Comments

Private

[cry_reaper]

Well - who says you have to be with Ianto, too? Can't you both just... share Jack?

I can't say I can imagine how that would work, but there has to be a way. You were so happy with him, you shouldn't have to give that up just because this place can't get its timing right.

Re: Private

[coyote_walking]

Jack wants us both. Together.

For now, he's sticking with our agreement, even though I tried to let him go, but...

I love him, Mara, I do. And leaving him - I don't know if I can.

Why can't I ever be enough for someone, just me?

What the hell is wrong with me? There must be something terribly wrong with me.

Private

[cry_reaper]

That seems a little... intrusive it it's something you've never done before. Perhaps you need to just... start slow?

And there is nothing wrong with you, Mercy, nothing.

Re: Private

[coyote_walking]

That's all I can think of. Get to know Ianto and... I don't know, see how it goes.

I wish I could be more free and open about things like this, the way you are, but I'm just... not.

Private

[cry_reaper]

I wish there was something I could do.

Re: Private

[coyote_walking]

Just knowing there's somewhere I can go if I need to get away - and someone I can talk to who understands - is really wonderful.

Private

[cry_reaper]

Like I said, my door is always open for you.

Re: Private

[coyote_walking]

Thanks, Mara.

I hope it won't come to that, but I feel better.