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[lovemykilt]

Hey, you've reached Priestly. Aren't you lucky! I'm not around to take your call, but you probably know what to do.

*beep*

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Well, cool. You can keep in contact until you're back in Santa Cruz this summer. And maybe by then she won't be so easily cowed by you and your awesome." Dinah sighed, and asked, "Are you going on the trip to New York City this week when you get back?"

[lovemykilt]

"I haven't made any concrete plans, yet. Mom's still making noises like she's gonna keep me out here as long as possible."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Makes sense." Dinah traced Jak's name in Sandover letters into the ice on the balcony, then wiped it away. "I'm going to be there, if Jak is back. Which he might be. I don't know, it's all mega-confusing, I hate Portalocity, I just want to see that he's alive and in one piece, you know?"

[lovemykilt]

"He is," Priestly said with conviction. "I'm sure he is."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

It helped, hearing someone else say that. Because sense and sanity were both saying that he could be dead, he was definitely taking too many risks, and Dinah was supposed to stay out of the way.... but sense and sanity had been depriving her of sleep for a week. She really just needed that hope, there.

"Thanks, Priestly." Dinah sighed, and rubbed her head. "Do you want me to talk to your Mom for you? I owe you something nice."

[lovemykilt]

Priestly laughed softly. "No offense, but I doubt she'd listen. She's not keeping me from school or nothing. Just . . . being my mom."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Tell her I said hi," Dinah said. "And I'll see you soon. Merry late Christmas, Priestly. And Solstice or whatever. Love you."

[lovemykilt]

"You too." A pause. "He'll be okay. Call if you need anything?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

That was going to be Dinah's mantra 'til she saw Jak again. "I will. Thanks, Priestly."

[lovemykilt]

"No problem. I'll be thinking about you."