Writer's Block: Going the distance

[parked]

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I don't think moving to another city would uproot my entire life. But yeah, I would. I'd move a lot farther than a city, for that matter.

Wow, I don't even remember the last time I did one of these. It was... a long time ago. I haven't even been using his journal very often, which is sort of a shame. I actually got a little concerned because some of the viruses lately have been passing me by, and I wasn't sure if it was just plain luck or because the community was getting ready to forget about me. Seriously, I was freaking out because something strange wasn't happening to me. That's not what I'd call healthy.

I should probably make sure not to bring any of that up at the next psych evaluation.

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[parked]

I think I've made that one pretty clear, at least.

Me and Jack? Totally could make that happen. We're both pretty good at doing the impossible, from what I've gathered.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Doesn't mean it hurts to hear it again.

No, you're right. I suspect between the pair of you, you could probably do it. It'd probably take some doing, but...you could do it.

Don't go planting this idea in his head, though. It might actually happen sometime.

[parked]

Planting ideas in Jack's head? Never.

[torchwoodteaboy]

You do realize he can read this entire conversation, don't you?

[parked]

Oh, no. He can???

[torchwoodteaboy]

You're a smart arse, you are.

[parked]

You should've learned that a while ago.

[torchwoodteaboy]

I have, I just keep forgetting it. I keep getting distracted from it by...incredible sex on the beach and massages and posts about how someday you might move in with me and all.

[parked]

I try to be really good with distractions.

[torchwoodteaboy]

Well. One doesn't usually aspire to be bad at them, no.

[parked]

Fair point.

[torchwoodteaboy]

But you are. Good with the distractions, that is. And a smart arse. The two aren't mutually exclusive, after all.

[parked]

No, they're really not. But I don't mind being either.

[torchwoodteaboy]

I suppose you wouldn't, would you. That's okay. You're lucky I don't mind it.