The mortifying ordeal of being known | for Rosie

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil calls out of work for the following week, citing the flu.

He thinks about quitting, but that seems awfully rash. He thinks about a lot of things on the long walk back from Caleb's apartment to his and Rosie's. But the brutal agony of feeling broken and fundamentally second string is so familiar that he almost wears it like a coat. The worst part of it is that nobody knows. Nobody in the street understands what's just happened or thinks anything of it, and he goes about the walk in utter, unobtrusive silence.

His whole world has shifted, but it's just his world. Isn't that always how it is?

When he gets back to the apartment, Mercy Beau is almost instantly on him, trailing right behind his heels as he heads into the kitchen and looks for a bottle of scotch and the pack of cigarettes that he's carefully avoided touching since his and Caleb's little argument about it at Christmas. He puts one between his lips without lighting it as he pours himself a drink and then just stares at it.

In the end, he sinks down onto the kitchen floor.

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[shadows_have_offended]

"All I've done is miss people while I've been here," he says with a sigh, and then rolls a shoulder into a shrug.

But Rosie--Rosie's more important than his own bemoaning something that's fallen apart for himself. He hands over the glass of scotch without a single protest when she reaches for it.

"I'm sorry I haven't been around much," Neil says, not offering any excuse for it. They've both been busy, and they both know that he has a tendency to get too caught up in the person he's with. So this is good, isn't it? Some time for them to get themselves back together again.

"She shouldn't have just decided for the both of you that that's how it was." But he sort of makes a face about it too, before, delicately, trying to say, "But I thought that you two were dating, so is being called her girlfriend wrong?"

[forthsofar]

"Don't apologize," she says when he starts to, with that same kind of unspoken understanding. He'd been wrapped up in Caleb, with school and work, and the last thing she'd wanted to do was spoil any of that contentment. Not to mention she'd thought--for a while, anyway--she could manage it all on her own.

Rosie can almost see his question in the face he pulls before he asks it, and she nods. "No, we are dating," she says. "And that's fine. I sort of wanted that, after Nick left. But actually calling it something feels different."

Like he'd said, it isn't wrong, not at all, and she feels the same guilt in hearing it from Neil as when it'd been Sabrina asking, or after seeing the flash of confused surprise in Eponine's eyes when they'd talked over coffee. It's no less unpleasant a feeling, really, being familiar with it now, but it makes it easier to lean a bit further into honesty.

"We used to be two girls with the same boyfriend, who had sex sometimes because we figured out we liked it. And so did he. That didn't make us girlfriends, and saying it now is...it feels like deciding something I'm not sure is true, outside of Sabrina."

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil nods his understanding. He doesn't want to compare it to his own experiences, but the way that she describes it sounds a bit like how he'd navigated his and Harry's relationship. They were seeing each other. It was a good time and they cared a lot about each other. But neither of them was going to call each other something they weren't.

He does giggle, just a little bit, at the way that she describes it. He thinks of the two of them, shyly kissing under the mistletoe at Kagura, and the fumbling of their first and only romantic date, and then there's all this now.

And anyway, it's sort of nice to focus on Rosie instead of on his own miserable situation.

"I don't think it's deciding anything, for what it's worth. It's calling your relationship with Sabrina something, but it's not calling you anything." He shakes his head a little bit. "You call yourself whatever you want, Rosie. I'm sorry she didn't talk to you about it before she just decided though."

[forthsofar]

She blushes a little bit when he laughs, though it's not hard to see why he would. It's neither the most delicate nor the crudest way she could've said it, and goodness knows that given where the two of them had started--and the kind of places they came from, along with it--it's a mark of how the two of them have grown that she's able to say anything like it at all.

"Maybe I'm making it more important than it is," she concedes, the advice sounding enough like what she'd already heard to weight that side of things more heavily. "Especially since it's Darrow, and Darrow's different. We both know Darrow's different. But it's not unimportant, at least not to me. You're also right, though. She shouldn't have assumed, and I..."

She sighs then, a rueful huff of breath, and shrugs. "I have to figure out where to go from here."

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil hums a little bit, leaning his head back. He dumps his cigarette butt into the half finished drink and then sort of leaves that between them as he starts a second cigarette. Having the liquid makes a neat and convenient ashtray for the moment.

"I didn't mean whether it's important or unimportant," he says thoughtfully, looking up at the ceiling. "Of course it's important, no matter what. Because it's you, no matter what it is."

But he nods, though, blowing smoke up and away from them.

"I'm sorry," he says after a second, low and solemn. "That I always get so caught up with whoever I'm with that I just...disappear on you. I should be better. I should know when things are wobbly for you, just like you know for me. But I...I'll get better. I want to get better." He looks down and smiles a little. "And if you want a little advice on figuring things out, I do have a lot of practice at that."

[forthsofar]

"I appreciate that," she says, and means it. Because it's you, no matter what is quite nearly the definition of their friendship at this point, the thing they both try--and sometimes fail--to live up to. As he starts to apologize, Rosie turns a little, the better to look at him.

"You disappear because you're happy," she says. "Which you deserve to be, as much as anyone else. Maybe more. And with this, I didn't want to...it's partially my fault you didn't know, since I thought saying anything might spoil how happy you were, with everything with Caleb going so well and all." Rosie takes in the fog of smoke clouding the kitchen, the abandoned glass of scotch and the way they're sprawled on the kitchen floor, together in a common kind of misery. "But I won't stop you from trying to be better. Or giving advice, because goodness knows I need it sometimes."

[shadows_have_offended]

He has been happy, but he's happy with Rosie, too. His dearest friend in Darrow, possibly one of his dearest friends in his whole life. There's no reason that he should be so incapable of maintaining at least checking in and making sure that she's okay in her day to day.

"You're never going to spoil things, Rosie."

He leans against her shoulder gently, quiet for a moment. Even he doesn't think his advice would necessarily be very good, but he certainly does have a lot of practice at this point, if Rosie ever wants to bounce her concerns off him. And, more than anything, he'd rather help someone else with their relationship concerns and focus somewhere else than his own tragic failure.