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[trustfundee]

[ It's sweet, the way she genuinely seems to be giving him advice to feel better, however, he's never been one to do what he's told, so he just hums a tone of acknowledgement and moves on. ]

You only deserve the best, too, you know. This doesn't just apply to me.

[myhousemyrules]

[ She gives a noncommittal hum. She doesn't want to get into this. Because whether or not she deserves the best, her heart wants him. Even as she warms and warms towards Cameron, she's left yer heart with Ransom that morning. ]

You should feel better in a few days.

[trustfundee]

Yeah, I know. [ Another bite of soup he doesn't want to eat. See what he's doing for you, Marta? ] I meant what I said, you know.

[myhousemyrules]

You'll eat the soup and take your medicine? [ Her voice is deceptively light. She doesn't want to go any deeper than that. She can't. ]

[trustfundee]

[ He sighs, before sniffling. She’s trying to dodge the topic, but there’s nothing he wants to tell her more. ] That I miss you, and I wish you were here.

[myhousemyrules]

[ It sends all kinds of feelings through her. Ransom says these things so easily now. It's not cloaked in their banter or their fighting. It makes her feel so regretful, wishing he'd been this open before.

Or maybe she's just another thing he wants now what he can't have. Another challenge. ]

I don't know what you want me to say, Ransom.

[trustfundee]

[ He’s quiet for a beat, feeling the way his heart clenches in his chest. She’s tired. She sounds so done, but she’s still on the phone with him. ]

That you miss me too.

[myhousemyrules]

[ She does. She misses him so painfully. It's like missing a part of her. All Marta wants is to be in his arms. But she knows it'll never work. Not with the way it's gone down between them. There's a sigh of mournful regret. ]

You've made your choice. You can't have it both ways.

[trustfundee]

[ He’s quiet again, too drained to bite back, too tired to find something to say. He just sits there, feeling his heart break. ]

No, I can. [ Is the only thing he says. He’s determined to. ]

[myhousemyrules]

Ransom, we've been over this.

[ He can't understand why she feels like he prefers the inheritance to her, and she can't understand how he sees them as so intrinsically connected. They're not on the same page. Marta doesn't know how to get to the right one together. ]

[trustfundee]

Yeah. I know. [ He sighs, sniffles, rubs his hands over his face and feels so empty. ] We keep going in circles. What do we do?

[myhousemyrules]

I don't know. [ It's the honest truth. Not that she can give him anything less, but she doesn't try and sidestep it either. It's always going to feel like Ransom just wants the inheritance. She doesn't know how to overcome that. ]

You should get some rest.

[trustfundee]

[ It’s always a wonder, the way Marta manages to strip him bare like this. ]

Mhmm. [ For once, he doesn’t know what to say. ] Okay. I’ll go to bed. [ Marta knows he doesn’t like having to ask for things where the answer can be no, but he does it anyway. ] Stay on the phone with me?

[myhousemyrules]

[ She turns onto her side with the phone nestled against her ear. Marta pulls the covers up around her. She can't refuse him this. Not when he's so vulnerable. Not when he has no one to be there for him like this. ]

Yeah, I'll stay on the phone. Don't forget the medicine, cariño.

[trustfundee]

[ Her voice is right in his ear and the soft way she says the endearance makes his heart shutter, he's so weak for her. He does exactly what she says and takes the medicine she sent him. Then, he brings a mug of tea to bed and slips under the sheets. ]

Is this the drowsy stuff?

[myhousemyrules]

Yeah. You're going to sleep really well.

[ A nice, deep sleep. His body needs it. Her voice goes softer as she closes her eyes. ] Are you in bed?

[ She can almost smell him on her pillow. She remembers how luxurious his bed feels. The warm weight of his body next to hers. It's lonely without him. ]

[trustfundee]

[ He doesn't love the drowsy stuff, but he'll deal with it for her. He closes his eyes too. ]

Yeah. [ His voice is low, raspy, reminiscent of the way they talk when they're in bed together. He wants to tell her it'd be nicer with her here, that he misses having her in his arms, her back pressed to his chest, their legs tangled together, but she shut it down the last time. Instead, she'll hear him yawn. ] It's--too big.

[myhousemyrules]

It is a lot of bed. [ She can agree with him about that. Marta wishes she's with him now. Legs tangled together, bodies pressed against one another. She loves how he always keeps her warm. She loves pressing her ice cold feet against his to get a reaction. ]

I'm sure you have no problem filling it though.

[trustfundee]

[ There's a dig at him somewhere there, and he knows he shouldn't react, but it lands and makes it all feel even more empty. His voice is sleepy, now, and he yawns again. ]

's not the same. [ He doesn't want to fall asleep, he wants to keep talking to her, but his mind slows, as does his breathing, and he feels like he can't hang on. ]

🎀 maybe?

[myhousemyrules]

[ She listens to his deep and even breaths. She matches her breath with his. She feels a little more at peace falling asleep like this. Like he's right there with her. Marta can feel herself starting to fade. Before she does, she manages a quiet murmur. ]

Love you.

YES

[trustfundee]

[ Ransom is right there with her, drifting at the edge of consciousness. He can hear her soft breaths matching his, carrying him along the lull of sleep. He even imagines her saying something he wishes she’d say, but he must be dreaming, like he dreams having her right beside him, wrapped in his arms. ]