catch-all: endorsi.

[toesies]

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[toesies]

... Oh.

[She pauses for a moment, caught off guard. When she resumes, her tone significantly softer.]

Actually... Same?

[fisherwoman]

[Something like sympathy comes across her face, and while she's not the type to be too openly caring...]

Ahh, that's a shame. Who did you lose?

[toesies]

My husband.

[Punctuated by a little shrug like, yeah. That's a thing.]

We talked about it before, but... I can't. [A sigh, and unlike Endorsi, her expression is blatantly sympathetic.] What about you? Who were they?

[fisherwoman]

[Oh... Loving relationships are her weakness, so perhaps surprisingly, Sheila will get a muttered:]

I'm sorry.

[Before she moves on.]

I guess you could call him a friend.

[toesies]

... Could?

[Endorsi, your canon relationships...]

[fisherwoman]

I'm not here to get sentimental!

[She says, about this boy she apparently dropped everything and accepted an incredibly sketchy detail to save. It's fine.]

[toesies]

I don't know... Sounds to me like you already did.

[Gently, teasing? Endorsi, please.]

[fisherwoman]

[She huffs.]

...He was different, I guess. Not that being different ended very well for him.

[toesies]

Well... He must have been different in a good way if you'd go this far for him. I really hope you get to see him again.

[fisherwoman]

[She nods.]

I know you don't want to discuss it too much, but - you, too, with your husband.

[toesies]

[... She smiles a little.]

Thanks. That's sweet of you.

[fisherwoman]

That was literally the least I could say...

[the tsun...]

[toesies]

So? Thank you for saying it.

[the tsun...!!]

[fisherwoman]

Anyone could have... It’s not a big deal.

[toesies]

My thanks still stands.

[fisherwoman]

[stop she's allergic]

Whatever! What were we talking about before this...?

[toesies]

... Suicide. Which is, you know, not a great topic either. So why don't we start fresh?

[fisherwoman]

[...]

The fake weather is nice today...?

[toesies]

The air smells fresh...