Redsand Canyon There's nothing left for us to do

Oh holy fuck, men were idiots. This thought came from Fennec’s assumption that she knew what Meadow was thinking, but even from what Reyson said, she could infer a few things. Likely because all of them sounded extremely familiar.

How fucked up you are doesn’t matter. You aren’t fucking up by having episodes. She huffed a little derisively, but there was still humor in her tone. It didn’t bother her that he got defensive; they were talking about his issues here, not hers, and conversations like that were always far easier.

You’re fucking up by assuming she’s going to tell you what she wants. But she already did, and you didn’t hear it. Seriously, she told you she wanted you to prove that you care about her, and that she’s worried you’ll leave, and you took that to mean she wants space?!

Fennec gave a breathy laugh, then a tad more seriously, She wants a gesture. You prove it by moving there, idiot. How is she going to know you’d choose to stick by her over anything else if you can’t even seem to make up your mind on if you want to leave this place?

She shouldn’t be convincing him to leave, but she’d rather have him gone than here and miserable. There was a chance it was already too late and he’d lingered too long to prove anything, but if Meadow cared as much about him as he seemed to care about her, Fennec felt pretty okay doing her this favor.