Redhawk Caldera What if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?

She could do this. She didn't have a choice, it felt, if she wanted to actually get beyond everything that had happened. They were in two different spaces and it had occurred to her, just yesterday, that he might be unaware of it.

Killdeer is fine. She hadn't told him she was coming here. Fennec couldn't have had this conversation with him nearby and whatever issues they had, she wanted to keep it between them.

I needed to talk to you. I want it to be clear where we stand. I can't just be friends with you, Bronco. Not yet, and I don't know if or when I will be able to. So I need you to stop trying. She thought she might get angry but instead, all the words did was make her feel relieved. She hadn't realized how badly she needed to get that off of her chest.

Maybe you're ready to be past all of this, but I'm not. I can't act like I'm okay with it either. I can deal with you coming to see Killdeer, and I can deal with you being here. I just can't deal with you trying to make up, or fix it, or whatever else you might be thinking. I'm not okay and I don't know if I ever will be.

It was nice, not being able to see him, because she could try and pretend he wasn't there. It was ruined of course by the fact that she could hear him clearly, but it really helped her to stay level that she couldn't see his face.

Blunt honesty was always a specialty of hers. It was probably time to inject a bit of that in her personal life too.