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Saving throws and cellphones

Darkside can't make it for Halloween here.
Failed saving throw against tears.
Was blindsided by his programming my number into his cellphone (his own commentary on having not done so before was amusing) and telling me he'd call me back.

This is Darkside. I'm surprised the words "call you back in a bit" are allowed to come out of his mouth in that order.

He gets to see a side of me that's a lot more social-seeming than most people are allowed to see. I told him who did, and didn't, trip my "Ack, there are people around!" response. He doesn't. Dawn doesn't. ralmathon doesn't. Sis sometimes does. Marx does often. The Little Fayoumis does often enough. Mr. Shallow doesn't. digitalambience does. yaksha42 did.

It's high time that the guy got faced up with the fact that how social I may appear around him does not necessarily apply to how social I am with random strangers. He met me when I was in a social mood (you wouldn't believe how many times Sis had to invite me to come join them in the mornings before I did) and he managed to get past my defenses, and... yeah. It takes a lot to get this close.

Overhearing Darkside and his mother shopping is one of those things that makes me grin. (He called back.)
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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