dexter | possible s8 spoilers | beware of rust.

[neatness]

Whatever it is you think you're going to achieve by doing this? Just — do us both the favor and quit while you're ahead.

Look, I understand what you think you saw, but in the end, ( There's a laugh — feigned amusement. ) it's none of your concern. I can handle this. I have things I need to do. And, believe it or not, there's nothing you can do to help me.

Seriously. Forget it. There's no time. For any of this.

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[metricfuckton]

[ Honestly, there's not a single combination of words in the English language to say just how little she actually wants to talk to him right now.

After a long moment of silence: ]

Because you're just great at handling things. Bra-fucking-vo, Dexter.

[neatness]

Deb, I — ( Silence overtakes the situation, puts a real handle on things. What do you say when everything else has already been said? )

I'm trying.

[metricfuckton]

[ She ignores the way her stomach turns sour when he says her name, though it takes strength. It just doesn't feel right. Nothing feels right. Not anymore. Her biggest support system, the one person she loved above all else was the one to finally break her, and what's that saying? 'If you don't have family...' ]

Trying to do what, exactly? You've already done plenty.

[neatness]

( Trying to fix this? Trying to fix you? This isn't a pop quiz and there's no multiple choice. Dexter doesn't know where to begin. How can you begin again when the end is on the horizon? He rubs his fingers down his face. ) This.

Us. Christ, Debra — something. We need to talk about this.

[metricfuckton]

[ And here's that silence, again. The overwhelming silence that's only put to rest by alcohol and loud music (and coke, apparently), nowadays. She shakes her head, smiling in a way that looks more pained than anything else. ]

There isn't an us, anymore, Dexter. That's gone.

[cunningdoll]

Mundanes think that they can do a lot.

*He toys with the joint between his fingers and puts it in his mouth, but doesn't light it up. He's relaxed, since his mun is keeping Dexter's secret a secret from him. Muahaha. Besides, a literal doll (doll joints are hidden by his long-sleeved shirt and pants) like him is formidable compared to humans.*

Your tone suggests that you are having trouble handling what you think you can, however. You sure you don't need help?