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[pluggedintheoverlord]

 

"Hey, this is Joker.  Leave a message and I might get back to you.  Unless you're trying to sell me something or I really just don't feel like talking to you-- in that case, take a hint and quit calling me."

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[withastick]

[FATALITY]

[Actually, no. Well, yes, but this is most definitely not how she wanted or expected their conversation to go. Yes, she was mad, yes she was worried, and yes, she wished her brother would come back to his normal goofy, yet reliable self, but with the combined stresses of the past few months piling onto her already taxed nerves, and Joker's own (very understandable, given his current condition and the events that led up to it) bottled up anger, it was only a matter of time before tensions came to a head.]

[Gunny spent her months on the Loki processing Tiptree and, as far as she knew at the time, coming to terms with it. What this heated exchange showed all too clearly, however, is that she wasn't nearly as over it as she'd hoped or thought. The look on Joker's face after she so thoroughly annihilated his heart with one well-placed verbal suckerpunch only proved further that, despite her father's final words and her own stubbornness against the notion, she still blamed her brother for failing to save the day, his apparent ignorance in the matter screaming to her that he didn't even know or care that Tiptree burned (despite how thoroughly opposite the truth was).]

[Her stomach and chest both twisted and clenched at the very thought. She didn't want or need a reason to resent Jeff, especially with how hard he tried to protect and take care of her now that the two wound up together again. Knowing her brother, and how much he really did care about his family and what he was willing to sacrifice for them, even the smallest amount of doubt was unwarranted. He deserved a chance, plain and simple, to explain what could very well be one giant, awful misunderstanding. His drinking. Tiptree. Everything. He needed her, but instead of providing that outlet Gunny just ruined any chance her brother had by letting her own animosity bubble over and drill into him in a moment of (albeit drunken) vulnerability]

[How could she face him after that? Would he even want to talk to her? Why should he, after what she'd said?]

[Maybe he really was better off without her]

[As these jumbled thoughts mull over through her mind, all Gunny can really do is stare at the blank screen]