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[mightiswright]

"You've reached the Wright guy. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Maybe."

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[handwringing]

Alright. Maybe they'll surprise me.

Thank you. For, um, talking to me. [This and every other time.]

[mightiswright]

Don't mention it.

By the way... how's your power problem going?

[handwringing]

[Ummm...]

Well... my cell is completely coated in ice, if that gives you any idea.

[She's made her own furniture in lieu of the bunk that's now a frosty block of ice.]

[mightiswright]

[ Yes, that certainly gives him an idea... And also explains why it's so cold in here. ]

How does a practice session after we get out of here sound?

[handwringing]

[Sorry :( ]

...I'm not sure if that's the best idea.

[He can't see, but she's biting her lip in lieu of being able to wring her hands together.]

I don't want to... hurt you, or anyone else.

[mightiswright]

[ It's okay, he had his fire powers! ]

You won't, I promise. [ He says it gently but with conviction. ]

[handwringing]

[That only makes her feel a little better.]

Thank you, but... I'll think about it.

[She's pretty sure she's not going to take him up on it, but things change.]

[mightiswright]

You do that. The offer's on the table, whenever you want to take it.

[ He hopes she finds someone to talk this out with, with him or otherwise. Bottling this kind of thing up... it can only end one way. ]

[handwringing]

Thank you, Mr. Wright.

[After she hangs up, she'll keep thinking about it. And eventually take him up on it, in time.]