xp_logs | Bobby and Angelo, backdated to Sunday.

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Bobby and Angelo chat Sunday evening, before this log. Amanda and Terry are discussed, and Bobby proves he is completely clueless. Men.

Bobby emerged from his bedroom, heading into the small kitchenette he shared with Angelo to make some toast or something. He'd missed dinner, he'd realized about five minutes earlier, but the thought of hitting the mansion's much better stocked kitchen really wasn't an appealing one. He still wasn't really feeling up to a lot of socializing, although...he crossed to the living room while his toast cooked. "What're you watching?" he asked quietly.

Angelo glanced up idly and waved. "Hey, Bobby. Nothin' much, it's just what was on. Game shows."

"Cool." Bobby wandered back into the kitchen to wait for his toast, and then joined Angelo, food in hand, sinking into a chair. "Oh. I meant to ask you, before everything with yesterday...d'you know where Amanda got that necklace thing of hers? I kinda broke it, and I want to get her a new one."

Angelo blinked, then sat up straighter and asked carefully, "You mean the one she always wears?"

"Yeah. The one with the, like, crystal thing." Bobby waved vaguely at his own chest, then took a bite of toast.

"...she got that from Romany, Bobby. It's... kinda not just a necklace."

Bobby frowned. "What do you mean?" How could something be kind of not a necklace? It looked like a necklace. "Is it like an heirloom, or something?" If it was irreplacable, Bobby was going to have a lot of apologizing to do.

"It's... it was made for a purpose." Angelo looked apologetic for what he had to tell his friend. "To limit the power she takes in, and make sure she's got enough."

Bobby carefully set his toast down on his knee. "She said it was no big deal," he murmured, chewing on his lip. "Is it? Cuz you're making it sound like it kinda might be..."

"It's... probably bigger than she was makin' out. Won't kill her or anythin', an' I'm sure they can make her another one, but... she's probably gonna have a hard time 'til they do."

"Shit," Bobby muttered, and sighed. "If it's magic stuff, there's not much I can do to help, either." But he'd still make the offer--anything he could do to make up for breaking the damn thing. "Have you talked to her lately? How's she doing? It broke on Friday, so..."

"I haven't seen her for a couple of days, no. Which might mean she's still okay... or she's hidin' out because she's sick."

"Crap. Well, I'll keep an eye out for her, and if you can think of anything that might help, lemme know?" If Amanda wanted to keep things quiet, Bobby certainly wasn't going to go broadcasting his own clumsiness, but he felt guilty as hell, now.

Angelo nodded, making a note to go and look for Amanda soon. "Will do."

"Thanks." Bobby finished his toast, chewing for as long as he could, then swallowed and sighed, eyes fixed on the TV. "...I kissed Terry," he said quietly.

...Blink. "Cool. When?" It was all he could answer, really.

Bobby snorted and gave Angelo a faint smile. "Yesterday, after she was attacked. Truly, I'm the king of bad timing."

"Don't know about that", Angelo said with a slight grin. "Might've made her feel better. How's she doin', anyway?"

"She's okay. Sore, bruised..." He wanted to know how she was doing mentally, emotionally--but that would mean talking to her, and
that he wasn't ready to do yet. He wanted to get his own emotions sorted out a bit more, first. "Hopefully, not as confused as
I am, right now." But that was unlikely, considering one of her best friends, her self-proclaimed 'big brother' no less, had planted one on
her right after she'd been a victim of a near hate crime.

Angelo glanced at him sideways. "Hopefully? You haven't seen her?"

"Oh, I've seen plenty of her. Until she woke up..." Bobby sighed. "I'm a chicken."

"You know it's probably not gonna help much with the confusion if you avoid each other, right?"

"I'll talk to her...when I figure out what to say," Bobby answered, shoulders slumping.

"How about the truth?" Angelo asked pointedly.

Bobby bit his lip and met Angelo's eyes. "What's the truth, Ang? I don't know what I'm feeling." And he was certain that a lot of what he did know he was feeling, he shouldn't be feeling.

"Then that's what you tell her. But if you just stay away, she's gonna think... you're wishin' it hadn't happened, or somethin'."

Bobby wrinkled his nose. "There you go, using logic on me again." He had a good point, though. He didn't want to hurt Terry, and he was pretty sure he was glad it had happened. The kiss itself had been--pretty damn nice. "She's only seventeen, man. What am I doing?"

Angelo eyed him. "Bobby. You're only, what, twenty? Not that much of a gap."

"No, there's not much of a gap between 27 and 30. Between 17 and 20, there's just enough of a gap to get my ass kicked by her father who, if you'll recall, also lives here..."

"And Terry'd scream at him for it. You know she would."

Bobby laughed. "Loud enough to wake the dead, yeah. This still doesn't avoid the intial ass-kicking, however. And..." He sighed. "They have enough problems." And all of this was why Bobby had been so scarce the past several hours. Too much to think about. Or maybe just overthinking what was there.

Angelo sighed at him. "Bobby... you really think Terry'd want you to think that way, if she likes you?"

"That's a big if," Bobby pointed out. "She's never given any indication that she was interested in me, as something more than a friend. She's been like my little sister for years--do I really want to ruin that?"

"But that's not how you're still seein' her. Sooner or later, it's gonna get in the way, if you don't tell her."

Bobby sighed. "Right. So one way or another, we need to have a talk. Just...not yet. I need to think about this."

"Not too much", Angelo advised him. "Or you'll never get round to it."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Bobby got to his feet, brushing some crumbs from his jeans. "I'll give her a few more days to heal up, anyway."

"So", Angelo said more seriously. "Was it our friends from the mall?"

"Dunno. They were FoH, though...Terry said something about them beating Jay up?"

Angelo nodded grimly. "Same group, then. FoH juniors, I guess. Bastards."

"Yeah, exactly." Bobby would have happily killed either of the boys--especially the one that touched Terry, but he didn't let himself dwell on this too much. The hatred he felt toward a couple of kids, really, wasn't something he really wanted to examine too closely. "I hate every last one of them."

"Can't say I blame you." And I used to be one of them.

"Anyway." Back to thinking. ...Maybe with some ice cream. "You want a root beer float?"

Angelo grinned. "Sounds good."

Bobby nodded and headed for the freezer. "Coming right up!"