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[That is exactly what she'll be doing, because that's how port outs go, especially if you're married to one.]

Ugh, yeah, they are. Maybe set up an automated message. Just divert all calls and texts to it.

[ She makes a pained, strangled noise in her throat at that. She doesn't want to, Jeff. She wants Will to be back already and for this to not be a problem and she is going to kick everyone's ass so hard and-

And she rolls to her side so she can bury her face against his leg. Like a dog or a small child or a horrible hybrid of both. ]

No.

[No, why must he have this suggestion of responsibility thrust upon him?! He wants to live in the Fort of Self Pity with April forever more. Just gonna glance down at the pitiful face burying. He's used to being used as a random object or snuggle post, he's pretty sure it's thanks to his height making him the looming tower of cuddles even when laying down.]

Oh my God, April, you can't expect me to be the mature adult here. [Even if he is a billion years older.]

I called 'not it' first.

[ Came the muffled reply from against his upper thigh. In some world, someone might see this as too close for platonic roomies. April did not live in that world. ]

[A Jeff from six years ago might've considered this less than platonic, but that was before he was taught the ways of the most awkward physical contact known to man.

He doesn't interfere either way, he knows better than that.]

Look, I can be the one to record a generic 'he's not here' message, I probably owe you that much. And then we can both switch off all communication and stay in here until he gets back, because reality sucks and we shouldn't be expected to deal with it.

[ An up to three month bender. Surely there was a flaw somewhere in this plan, but April can't seem to spot it. She nods against his leg, apparently settled for the moment. ]

Deal. The kids can fight off any asshole well wishers.

In the meantime... where the hell is my ice cream and alcohol? The 'coons better not be slacking.

[Obviously getting his own stuff isn't his job, kthx! And while April seems settle for the moment, he's cool with lowering an arm to his side, resting at her shoulder in the sort of contact that's there without being too invasive.]

[ That works, and the nice new distraction of yelling at the non-human kids was good. ]

Eduardo, get on it.

[ Just wait a sec, it will be there soon. ]

[Forever loving these little furry butlers, especially Eduardo, because Eduardo is a true bro. Jeff's just going to keep a hand ready to reach for the booze the second it comes near, but until then he guesses he'll attempt to be considerate.]

You, uh. Wanna talk about it? Or never ever talk about it ever? [He's happy to sprawl in silence if he has to.]

Not like there's anything to talk about.

[ Will's gone. it sucks. He would be back and she wouldn't consider otherwise. Done. ]

Well. I guess there's a few things to discuss. Like who's meant to be doing breakfast every morning.

[Because getting up earlier to make his own breakfast sounds like more effort than he's willing to give.]

We've got pizza places and a phone. All meals solved.

[ Everyone gets fat when sad, Jeff. They go together. ]

[But pizza for breakfast?! And yet not even gonna argue that. He knows better than to argue with April.]

Alright...

[And unrelated but added on nevertheless:] He ever vanished before?

Yeah.

[ In fact, one Will had vanished and been replaced with a Will with no memory of this world. She'd just happened to fall for the second one. This train of thought is not helping Jeff, and April finally shoves herself up so she's leaning on his shoulder instead of his thigh. ]

But. It doesn't matter. Three months. Shut up until then.

Fine. Three months.

[An arm still behind his head while the other curls loosely around her. Jeff needs this comfort just as much as she does, because Mr. Abandonment Issues still struggles with the idea of losing a friend.

At least the raccoons understood the need for booze and junk food, and Jeff's waving a hand towards a couple that enter with a bottle of whiskey between them.]

You want a drink?

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