Big Salmon Lake Endless phone calls and dreaming about you

It made her feel a little better to spill all of this, but she didn't really get the clarity or the magic answers she'd hoped for. Eljay clearly listened, cared, and reassured her that they cared. Though a part of Fennec scoffed at that response. What did he know? He wasn't around, and he hadn't seen how things had been lately. It wasn't her fault her mom had taken a dive off the deep end with Reyes and all that shit, but she could have used some support.

Not that she'd ask, of course.

Yeah. Okay. It was clearly an agreement of politeness with no real intention of follow through. No offense to Brecheliant, but she doubted they could do much for her in the end. Thanks. For listening and... shit. She added this second comment as a quiet addition. It didn't solve anything but she did appreciate it.

Bronco was going to be her deal to sort out, and while she was tempted to shoot the shit about him, doing it with Eljay felt weird. That was his... uncle? And it wasn't something she wanted to dish with to a guy who wouldn't get it. The one she wanted to talk to was her mom, but Towhee didn't seem much interested. Resentment flared again, briefly, lit by a surge of paranoid hurt. Too busy avoiding me.

You really like it there, huh? In Brecheliant. Fennec pressed instead, abruptly shifting gears to focus the conversation on him. It was interesting to hear him so settled anywhere else. She'd figured he might be miserable (though she hoped not).