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[maddest]

[Like so many others will this week, Break wakes up screaming. The PCD isn't pointed at the bed, so it doesn't capture anything but sound until he scrambles off of it, past the camera and towards the window, throwing it open to get fresh air.

This all hits a little close to home.]

Why-

[He asks, hoarsely, a few minutes later,]

-does the network insist on displaying our grief? The timing is too consistent to be accidental.

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[al_truism]

It's not you.

[He quietly crosses to pour himself some more tea.]

Rough week. That's all.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Have a little extra sugar in that. It'll help.

[al_truism]

Maybe.

[He gives him a tight smile.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Have I steered you wrong in this yet? Put on your smile.

[al_truism]

[A deep breath, and he does.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

It helps to remember how ridiculous it looks.

[al_truism]

[He can't help but laugh a little.]

It does, huh?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

The same way if you try to fake a laugh ridiculously, you will dissolve quickly into real laughter.

[al_truism]

But now you're telling me all your secrets.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Try it.

Honhohnohnohon- ehehe.

[al_truism]

[He snorts- which gets him laughing harder.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Dig- heee- nified.

[Tittering.]

[al_truism]

Nobody will ever invite me to court.

[Covering his mouth.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

How tragic.

[al_truism]

All that time wasted, practicing dances-

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I'll shed a tear for you.

[al_truism]

Well, if you keep laughing like that-

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

All right, all right-

[Calming down.]

[al_truism]

[It's a slow process, calming down.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break settles back to enjoy it. There's no rush.]

[al_truism]

[Al wipes at his eyes after, sitting back down, and then glances up.]

Don't look at me, or I won't be able to drink my tea.

[Still trying not to start laughing again.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Hon.

[al_truism]

[Al quickly pulls the cup back from his lips. And sets it down with a click.]

You're right in the line of fire if I spit it out-

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Hohnhon.

[al_truism]

[He doesn't quite get hit with tea. Al swallows quickly, covering his mouth and setting the cup down again.

Then covering his face and coughing, laughing.]