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<p>&ldquo;Of course. Sorry, True Name.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She nodded once more. &ldquo;Thank you for being understanding. All of that to say that I enjoy our coffee and co-working sessions because there is a sense of friendship to them, and even I need that sometimes.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;m happy to provide,&rdquo; ey said. The Bălan clade seemed to have undergone a collective reevaluation of True Name over the last few years, but even so, the plain earnestness led to a moment of tamping down suspicion that ey was simply being played. &ldquo;And for what it&rsquo;s worth, that lines up with my thoughts. Glad we have the chance to do so.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She raised her cup in acknowledgment. &ldquo;Thank you, Ioan. That is perhaps a good note to end on, as I would like to consolidate memories across my instances.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She raised her cup in acknowledgment. &ldquo;Thank you, Ioan. That is perhaps a good note to end on, as I would like to reconcile memories across my instances.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey nodded. &ldquo;Sure. Until next time?&rdquo;</p>
<p>The skunk stood and bowed. &ldquo;Yes. Until next time. Enjoy the rest of your day, my dear.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The cone of silence dropped, letting in a jolt of noise, and the skunk stepped from the sim. Ey finished eir coffee, then stepped back home.</p>
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<p>She shrugged, doodling a dull claw lazily over eir stomach through eir shirt and vest, sitting just shy of ticklish. &ldquo;I do not mind, my dear. You know that I have been working on it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Sure, I just didn&rsquo;t want to&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I will tell you if I would like to drop the topic, I promise,&rdquo; she said, then laughed. &ldquo;Sorry, my dear. I did not mean to interrupt.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;No, it&rsquo;s okay. She actually did that quite well today.&rdquo; Ey leaned eir head back, looking thoughtfully up to the ceiling. &ldquo;I asked why she was </p>
<p>&ldquo;No, it&rsquo;s okay. She actually did that quite well today.&rdquo; Ey leaned eir head back, looking thoughtfully up to the ceiling. &ldquo;I asked why she kept up with me with the coffee meetings, and she said that it&rsquo;s just nice to have a friend.&rdquo;</p>
<p>May tilted her head up, enough to bump eir nose against the underside of eir chin. &ldquo;Are you? Friends, I mean.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;That&rsquo;s what we talked about. Neither of us could really decided on anything beyond &lsquo;friends for lack of a better term&rsquo;.&rdquo; Ey hesitated, feeling incredibly conscious of eir partner resting against em, her stated resentment of her down-tree instance, how that had bordered for so long on hatred. Ey continued, speaking carefully, &ldquo;I like having interesting people to talk to and she&rsquo;s been pretty good company. She likes having someone to just be around and talk with that isn&rsquo;t herself or Jonas.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Are they still not getting along?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;That&rsquo;s where she requested that I drop the topic. She said that they made good coworkers, but not necessarily friends, and I asked if that was always the case, and she said she wasn&rsquo;t comfortable having that conversation. Very politely, of course.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Mm.&rdquo; The skunk lowered her muzzle again, letting em peek down at her again. &ldquo;I have been working on how I define myself in relation to True Name. I do not like that I spent so long hating her. I do not want that to be a part of who I am. I hold no such compunctions about Jonas. He was a shit then and he is far worse now.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Huh?&rdquo; Ey shook eir head as ey pieced together what she meant. &ldquo;Oh right, sorry. I guess you were forked off after he and True Name started working together.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yes. I remember that from when I was her. We were not friends then, and I am glad that she is not his friend, now.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I only met him those few times years back, and yeah, I&rsquo;m glad she isn&rsquo;t, either. He was definitely a shit.&rdquo;</p>
<p>She laughed and poked em in the belly. &ldquo;Mx. Ioan Bălan, you watch your language.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Hey, I curse!&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Not well, my dear.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Yeah, well, fuck you too.&rdquo;</p>
<p>The skunk sat up and gave em an exaggerated frown. &ldquo;I am warning you, young man.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey rolled eir eyes. &ldquo;&lsquo;Young man?&rsquo;&ldquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Young gentlethem.&rdquo;</p>
<p>Ey laughed. &ldquo;I learned it from you, May.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;What, &lsquo;fuck you too&rsquo;?&rdquo; The skunk shook her head. &ldquo;It just sounds so strange coming from your mouth.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m not as good at the well placed curse word as all of you.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;It is an art we have perfected. It increases the impact when they do show up. Even True Name does it, I am sure.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;She has once or twice, yeah. You two still sound much the same, though, in terms of your voices, so I feel like I&rsquo;m used to it.&rdquo;</p>
<p>May nodded, leaned down, and licked em squarely across the nose before settling down on eir front again. &ldquo;Yes, I suppose we do. Here is where we drop the topic, however.&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Alright,&rdquo; ey said, wiping eir face. &ldquo;Want dinner?&rdquo;</p>
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