The railing broke free as the whistle blew, the screech following my descent down the mountainside. Jagged rocks broke bones and tore skin as I tried to grab hold of something, the jarring motion spinning me out further. The scant trees that grew along the bottom of the ravine slowed my fall, dead branches catching and breaking before I finally hit the ground in an explosion of snow.

The world throbbed around me as I struggled to breathe through the wreck of my body. Fractures healed first before the breaks began knitting back together. Bruised and liquefied organs came back together once my rib cage was back to full expansion, my lungs working hard to get the inhaled blood expelled. Rolling myself to the side was a difficulty but the thought of drowning on my own blood on top of everything else wasn't appealing. Pain left me coughing into the snow as I threw up the extra bodily fluid.

"It'll come back."

Nausea washed over me when I raised my head.

Blood thick slush surrounded him in a sickening ring, the saturation reaching well past his outstretched hand. The rest of his limbs laid at awkward angles. His left arm, partially hidden by the rest of him, looked shredded. Blue fabric torn and skin separated. Each expansion of his chest forced a mouthful of blood through his lips, oozing down his cheek and joining the slush. A gash split his face in a jagged line while the blood filled his eyes, pooling and running like tears.

"It'll come back," he repeated, not minding the blood.

"Buck," I wheezed around another heave.

He stared over at me. "The train'll come back," he said. "It'll come back and Stevie will find me."

I groaned and shuffled forward, hands and knees dragging through my own bloody slush. "Buck," I said again. "Buck, you're gonna be okay."

"Stevie'll find me."

A spike of adrenaline went through me when I saw him start to sink into the slush. "No," I muttered, forcing myself to go faster. "Buck, stay with me."

His blood-filled eyes turned back to where the train had disappeared. "It'll come back."

My breathing was harsh as I raced toward him. He was nearly half-way submerged and at this rate he's be completely under before I reached him. Kicking my legs behind me I scrambled to my feet. "I'm coming, Buck!"

A shaky smile spread across his face. "Stevie'll find me," he whispered before the blood engulfed him.

I dove forward across the remaining distance between us, hand darting out to grab hold of any part of him. The snow pulled against me as I lost hold over everything but his left hand. I swung around to dig my heels into the snow, leveraging my weight against the force. A snarl of effort left me as I strained. "Please, Buck, please," I begged. "Please, come bac-" I cut off when the tension broke, sending me flying back into the snow.

Bucky's arm rested across my stomach in a torn mess. Bone and tendons exposed to the cold as blood seeped from the destroyed veins. His hand was still curled tightly around mine, his skin rapidly cooling.

"Oh God," I gasped as I sat up to look where he had been. I detangled our hands and set his arm to the side, knowing there was a small chance that we could reattach it. "I'm sorry, Buck, I'm sorry," I scrambled, crawling back through the snow to him. I shoved my hands in and began to dig down, blood quickly pooling up to take its place. "I'm sorry, Buck, please come back," I pleaded, clawing against the blood. "Please-"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The shrill beeping of the alarm clock brought me back to a bed full of feathers and foam. I was kneeling in the middle with a hold between my knees, my hands dug down deep enough to touch the box spring. I swallowed down the rising panic and moved myself off the bed, feathers trailing after me as I went. A breath I hadn't realized I was holding forced its way out, the air fogging up in front of my face. It was then that I noticed the shivering. I backed myself up to the wall and wrapped my arms around me, rubbing frantically at my skin to gain some of the warmth back.

"What the fuck?" I whispered, sliding off the wall and heading towards the windows, my confusion nearly doubling when I saw they were frosted over. I ran a shaking hand down the glass and found that the ice was on the inside, not the outside. I fumbled for the lock only to find that the window doesn't open at all. "Oh for fucks sake," I snarled, smacking the glass and leaving behind a bloody hand print. I pulled my hand back with a gasp and raised the other, nausea rolling through me when I found them drenched.

"Stevie'll find me."

I choked on a sob as my knees gave out under me, dropping me down to lean against the wall. Tears streaked down my cheeks as I buried my face into my knees, blood-soaked hands held threaded up into my hair to tug. "I'm sorry, Bucky. I'm so sorry," I cried. "I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you."

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

And just like a switch had been flipped the temperature snapped back to normal and the scent of blood disappeared. I pulled in a deep breath and slowly raised my head, cautiously looking to the bed for any sign of Bucky. I let the inhale out and found the bed empty, even of feathers and stuffing.

"Oh what the fuck?" I asked, unfolding myself and getting to my feet. The blood was gone from my hands and the window was clean. Wiping the tears from my cheeks I walked back to the bed and tossed the covers about, making sure I wasn't missing anything.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BE-

I snarled and marched around the bed to the nightstand, ripping the cord out of the wall before tossing the damn thing across the room. It hit the floor with a satisfying crack.

This was getting ridiculous. I had long since gotten used to nightmares and flashbacks, but now they were going to tag team me? What kind of bullshit was that?

"And I have to go to Manhattan today," I growled, scrubbing both hands across my face.

Today was off to a great start.

*5 hours later*

Manhattan, NY

Mini's Bar

I had told myself that I would decide what to tell him on the drive into the city, but all I accomplished was getting pissed off again. That anger only doubled when I tracked him down to Mini's. Of all the places he could go he picked Mini's.

"Well well well," Alphie greeted once he spotted me, leaning across the bar with a shit-eating grin, "look who decided to come back."

I flashed the same grin back. "You're not as charming as your mother tells you you are," I told him, stopping to lean against the same part of the counter as him. "How's she doing by the way?"

He huffed out a laugh. "Well, she's officially retired and living in Miami so she's doing pretty good."

"What?" I asked, my grin dropping. "I was just there a few days ago."

"I'll give you her current number so you can nag her out for not telling you she moved," he said, ducking under the table to grab a napkin. He pulled the pen from behind his ear and scribbled the number down before holding it out. "Can I get you anything to drink with that?"

I scanned the shelves of bottles behind him. "Is there a jar still stashed here for me?"

A knowing smile replaced his grin. "I shoulda known," he said before once again ducking under the table. He rooted around for a short while and bolted back up, holding out the large mason jar of white liquor. "Should I even ask what's in there?"

I cocked my head to the side as I took the jar and napkin. "Would you believe me if I said 50-year-old moonshine?"

His face screwed up in disgust. "I can't imagine that ages well."

"About as well as lighter fluid does," I agreed with a shrug, "but ti's kind of a family tradition."

Alphie's eyes darted over my shoulder and he leaned in a little further. "That's why you're here," he said.

It wasn't a question but I nodded anyway. "I hope your insurance is paid up."

Worry flashed in his eyes, but he quickly schooled it. "I know you're good for it."

I gave him a wink before turning on my heel.

Jimmy was sat at the table that had always been reserved for my family. It was in the far corner by the side of the stage, not too far from the bandstand. Its location offered vantage points for every entrance and exit of Mini's, even the ones the cops didn't know about. When speakeasies were still getting raided, we were the only ones who could hear the patrols over the music from two blocks away. Between free drinks and good seats we were more than happy to keep a watch out.

I weaved my way through the empty tables till I reached ours, not hesitating as I set the jar in the middle and took the seat opposite him. "Please tell me you picked here so we wouldn't fight."

He watched me for an excruciatingly long moment before he uncrossed his arms and reached for the moonshine. "It wasn't the only reason."

"And the other reasons?"

"Do they need sayin'?" he asked with a cocked brow.

I hummed dismissively. "I guess not."

He nodded and took a swig, his nose scrunching up at the taste. "Fuck that's disgusting."

"That's the finest White Lightning to come out of Franklin," I told him, holding my hand out for the jar, "of course it's disgusting."

He barked out a laugh and slid the jar across the table.

I nodded my head to the side and took a gulp of my own. It burned like lighter fluid, but I managed to keep it to a small wince. "I lit a fella on fire with this stuff once. I spat a mouthful of it at him while he was smoking a cigarette. Never seen anything go up so fast."

A smile twitched at his lips as he reached a hand into his coat. "Promise not to set me on fire?" he asked.

"Course not, your hair grew back really weird last time."

He flipped me off with his free hand and pulled his cigar case out. "Fuck you."

I snorted into the jar before taking another gulp. "You had to wear a hat."

"Shut up," he said, snipping the end of the cigar off.

"The barber laughed at you."

"Shut up," he said, searching his pockets for his lighter.

"He thought you had been attacked by a bird."

"Shut up," he said, giving up on the lighter and resigning to simply chewing on the damn thing.

I rolled my eyes and pulled Jacque's lighter out, showing it to him before sliding it across the table.

He paused when he caught it, recognizing it from the many times he had helped the Frenchman light something on fire. He sighed and slumped back in his chair. "How are they?"

The fact that he asked at all sent a wave of warmth through me. "Well, Jacques works as head of Product Testing and Safety for Stark Industries, and a part-time explosives expert for S.H.I.E.L.D. He gets to blow up Howie's toys and he gets to play soldier when we need him. Timothy got married and has a son, but he still works for us in Mission Ops, usually when it's foreign affairs. I try to see him at least once a month, have dinner with him, Rita, and Aloysius. They're-"

"He saddled that kid with Aloysius?" he interrupted, a pained look on his face.

I nodded my head to the side. "Apparently it's a family name and he promised a dying great-aunt or something. I don't know. I usually just call him Allie."

He barked out a laugh. "Like that's any better."

"It's a sight better than Aloysius," I countered. "Anyway, um, Jim retired about 3 years ago to start law school. Human Rights. He wants to work with people who have misplaced relatives from the Interment Camps. I guess the missing persons list is still uncomfortably long. When I spoke to him two weeks ago he was studying for the Bar Exam. I'm gonna call him next week to see if he's got his results back but I know he passed."

Jimmy nodded at that. "He was always one of the smart ones," he agreed, considering the lighter once more before lighting it, ducking his head slightly as he raised it to the cigar.

"Falsworth is with MI6 now but he plays liaison between them and S.H.I.E.L.D. when needs be. He's a handler for a few of those 00's the British are always bragging about. He seems happen with them, so they must be good.

"Priss always had high standards," he muttered.

"High standards are a good thing in our line of work, especially when it comes to operatives."

"Suppose."

I rolled my eyes again. "Gabe is a New York Senator now, working on his way to Congressman. He's been married for 10 years now with 4 kids, all daughters, don't ask me how he does it. Sometimes he helps me navigate the government bullshit, smooth things over when feathers get a bit ruffled. I offered to pull a few strings to get his seat, but he turned me down, so he's going to be the only clean Congressman we've ever had."

He snorted out a puff of smoke.

"Chester retired from the Military and I am ashamed to admit that I'm not 100% sure what organization he works for now. I know they're a private sector, not government ran. I know that they all wear the same fucking suits, and the same fucking sunglasses, and drive the same fucking car, but I don't know what they do. It's driving me crazy and he things it's funny. I ask him every time I see him, but he always says that if I can't figure it out on my own then I don't deserve to know. At this point I'm just spiteful about it. Though on a happier note, his daughter got married a couple years back. It was a beautiful wedding."

"Who'd she marry?"

"Cute kid from Boston. Good family from what I heard."

He nodded and flicked the lighter shut, satisfied that the cigar was finally lit. He tapped it against the tabletop before sliding it back towards me. "Saw that Howard got married."

The fact that he hadn't been at Howard's wedding was still a sore spot, not just for me but for Howard too.

"I'm surprised Maria finally said yes."

"Yeah, that was..." I trailed off before letting out a humorless laugh. "So, uh, you know how we were joking about her being a Carbonell? And how Howard was going to get scratched off by the mob?"

Jimmy's eyebrows shot up. "You're shitting me."

I shook my head. "I guess her playing hard to get led her father to believe that she really didn't want to marry him, so he decided to take care of it for her. Howie laughed it off and made Eddie take him to the house so he could talk to both of them. Apparently, his act of idiocy impressed her and she said yes. It took her an hour to talk her father out of shooting him, but it all worked out in the end."

"So Howard's a mob wife, huh?"

"In everything but the hair," I mused, swallowing down another mouthful before sliding the jar towards him. "By the way, Salvador remembers us from the old neighborhood, so we have mob connections again."

His eyebrows shot up as he nodded his head to the side. "That's always useful."

"It never hurts," I agreed, narrowing my eyes as I watched him. "You gonna share that or just tease me with it?"

He considered that for a moment before handing it over. "Share."

I flashed him a smile as I took it. "How kind of you."

"Down right charitable."

I puffed around the cigar. "Speaking of charitable, ours are doing fine," I told him. "The hospital is opening another branch, the Crisis Center is adding a new location, there were four more scholarships added at NYU, and HRWF is working with Stark Industries on research into neurological damages done by traumatic events. We're hoping to have a treatment plan specifically for PTSD in a few years.

Jimmy shifted in his seat before taking another gulp of moonshine. "They're yours, not ours."

"Last I checked you were still part of the company."

He scoffed. "Vic and I've never had anything to do with the company and you know that."

"That's not how it works."

"Yes, it is, you're just too fucking stubborn to run it the right way. Shoulda cut us out years ago."

The Board of Directors have told me the same thing so many times I've lost count. I've also told them to fuck off so many times I've lost count of that too. And now, I was going to tell my brother fuck off for the millionth time. "Fuck off, Jimmy."

A small laugh left him. "Stubborn little shit."

"Ornery old man," I shot back, tipping my head back slightly as I took another puff. "So that's all going good," I continued, deciding that I was just going to slap that fucking elephant right in the face. "Sonja had her third child. Another daughter."

Jimmy chocked on his gulp.

I hummed in agreement. "I know, I could imagine having three kids? I'd lose my fucking mind."

He cleared his throat and took hos aborted swallow. "You still talk to her?"

"She likes letters," I mused, tapping the ask off onto the upturned mason lid. "She thinks there's something romantic about them. I can give you yours, if you want them?"

This time he choked on his spit. "Mine?"

I ticked my head to the side. "She always sends a letter for you along with mine," I explained. "I would have forwarded them if I knew where you were."

"I-"

"So, what have you been doing?" I asked, going in for another slap. "I know you and Vic went to Korea, but besides that I have no fucking clue what you've been up to."

His eyes narrowed as his jaw tensed. "How'd ya know we were in Korea?"

"Because you guys have gotten sloppy about keeping shit under wraps," I answered pointedly. "This isn't the Civil War, when someone steps on a mine and grows their limbs back there's going to be a report made. You're lucky I have people who watch out for that shit or you two would be in a fucking lab somewhere."

"That was Vic, not me."

"That doesn't matter."

Jimmy let out a harsh breath and dropped his eyes to the table. "Never could control him."

He wasn't wrong and a part of me knew I couldn't blame him for Victor's actions. The man had always been a tornado of 'I don't give a shit' and 'try and stop me'. I could count on one hand how many times I had stopped Vic from doing something dangerous, not just for himself but for us too. he was a teddy bear when he wanted to be but telling him to do something was like pulling tech with tweezers.

"I didn't want to go to Korea."

My attention snapped back to him. "What?"

His jaw tensed again before he spoke. "I went back to Canada."

"What?"

"Fixed the cabin."

"What?"

"There wasn't much left when I got there, so I figured I might as well make something of it. There's two bathrooms and four bedrooms, plus a loft and-"

"What?"

"Yeah, it might have gotten a bit out of control."

I snorted again. "A bit? That place didn't even have a front door when we found it."

"Well, it's got that and more now," he said, almost sounding frustrated with himself. "Anyway, I don't know he was there for the cabin or if he knew I was there, but he showed up. I hadn't seen him since the Alps but he was..." he trailed off. "Did you keep tabs on him at all?"

I reached across the table to swap the cigar for the moonshine. "I couldn't have even if I wanted to," I told him."

He grunted and took a drag of his own. "Somethin' happened to him. Don't know what, he didn't say, but somethin' happened. Somethin' worse than the wars."

"The wars weren't bad for him, you know that. He enjoyed it."

"Did you ever wonder why?"

It was his turn to catch me off guard. "Of course I have," I answered, dropping back down into my chair before taking another gulp. "I always thought it was because of Thomas."

The name made him flinch. "You think that's all there is?"

"Probably not, but I'm sure he didn't help- genetically or otherwise. It's that whole Nature Vs. Nurture debate. I mean, we have just as much of Thomas in us as Vic does but we weren't raised by him. Dad loved us," I theorized before noticing how uncomfortable Jimmy looked. "So, what was different about him?"

He exhaled sharply. "You ever think he was a threat?"

"It's Victor, of course he's a threat."

"To you?"

Victor's volatile and unpredictable personality made him a threat to everyone in the same room as him; everyone but us. Even when he was in one of his episodes and trying to throw you my head into a wall, I knew it wasn't personal. Hell, I had put his head through a wall once or twice myself and it had been personal.

"What did he do?"

Jimmy scoffed and shifted back in his chair. "Didn't have to do anything'. One second everythin' is fine then the next it's like the world is holding its breath. I'm waiting for a fucking a bomb to drop and he walks out of the trees," he explained, his eyes having onve again dropped to the table. "Lizzy, I've never been scared of him. Never. But when I saw him..."

The projected feeling of Fight or Flight was overwhelming, and I had to grip the table to keep from turning to look behind me for the threat. It was coming from Jimmy, radiating off of him as he relived the memory. I pulled in a slow breath as I blinked back the sudden tears. If that's what it felt like now, when it's a year old memory, I can only imagine what it felt like the first time.

"Jesus," I whispered, fidgeting with the glass before getting up to walk around the table. I set the moonshine in front of him and took the chair to his left, situating myself close enough to be a comfort without crowding him. "You went to keep an eye on him."

He nodded as he took a gulp. "When he told me he was goin' I knew it would get ugly," he answered. "Thought it might be better if there was someone there who could stop him if he went feral."

"Did he?"

"Close enough. Had to knock him out a few times."

"Were you with a unit?"

"Tried that at first but it was safer away from people. He got hostile the longer we stayed in one place for too long."

I grimaced at the implications of that. "What happened when you got back? He's not with you."

Jimmy shook his head and offered the cigar to me.

I took it with a smile.

"He disappeared as soon as we were back in the states," he answered. "I tried tracking him down and there were a few times when I got close, but-" he cut off with a harsh sigh. "It was different, Lizzy, that war. It wasn't like it used to be and I think it disappointed him."

I scoffed out a humorless laugh. "He would be disappointed by that."

He hummed in agreement and side-eyed me for a moment before speaking again. "I missed you there."

Almost all sympathy left me at that admittance. "Just there?" I asked, angling myself away from him.

An aggravated sigh left him. "Lizzy," he started, hunching forward to scrub his hands across his face, "I don't know what you want me to say."

"An apology wouldn't be amiss," I told him. "You said some really shitty things, Jimmy."

"It wasn't that bad."

"Oh fuck you," I scoffed, nearly knocking the chair over as I got to my feet.

His hand shot out and wrapped around my wrist, keeping me from going further than I already had. "I didn't -" he cut off with another sigh. "Lizzy, sit down."

"I didn't come here for more of that shit. If that's where this conversation is going to go then I'm already done with it."

"It's not, Lizzy, I'm sorry," he apologized as his grip loosened so he could wrap his hand around mine. "Please stay."

I sighed and squeezed his hand back. "I don't want to fight."

"I don't either. Please, darlin', sit down."

I kept my hand in his as I pulled the chair back to the table. "Did you go back to Canada? After Vic left?"

"No," he answered with a shake of his head. "Whatever part of me that wanted to settle fucked off during the war, so I kept moving. Did what we always do when we're wonderin'."

"And you ended up in New York?"

"Nah, I was in Montana before. I got here a few days ago," he explained before an odd look crossed his face. "You know, I didn't even realize where I was goin' till I was in front of your old apartment building."

Now that surprised me. "The one in Manhattan?"

He nodded. "I just started driving and ended up there, didn't even notice. I was gonna keep going till Boston but then I felt you poking around in my head."

My stomach knotted when I realized he was talking about Charles finding him in Cerebro. "Sorry about that, by the way."

He shrugged me off. "I wouldn't have stuck around if you hadn't."

That was a small silver lining to this fucked up situation. "I'm glad you did. Howard told me if I didn't talk to you it'd send me into another 18 years of the morbs."

The laugh that left Jimmy startled the other barflies. "Christ, I haven't heard that since we were teenagers," he mused. "He read that in a book or somethin'?"

I laughed with him. "Must have, cause I sure as shit haven't used it around him," I told him. "But he is right."

"Course he is," he muttered, scrubbing a hand across his face. "I don't even know where to start."

"I mentioned an apology before."

He sighed and turned his attention back to me. "I am sorry, darlin'. It just-" he cut off. "I was angry at myself more than anything else. I couldn't bring him back and with Vic takin' off...I guess I thought it would be easier if you were mad about it. I can handle anger but that other stuff..."

It was an interesting apology and sure as shit not the one I wanted. "So, everything you said to me, the reason we haven't spoke to each other in 18 years, was just to piss me off so I wouldn't be sad?" I summarized. "How the fuck does that make sense?"

"It doesn't and I'm-"

"Do you even remember the things you said to me? The shit you said about Steve? About Bucky? About all of them?" I demanded, struggling to keep my voice under control. "That I should have known better than to get attached to Humans? That marrying Steve was the dumbest thing I could have done because now I'm saddled with his existence for as long as anyone remembers him? That it would be better if I just cut my losses and start over somewhere else?"

Jimmy sniffed and narrowed his eyes into angry slits, his attention back on the table.

"And the part that killed me the most was the fact that you supported me through all of it. You encouraged me to make a life with Steve. To have friends. To be something outside of what we were," I continued. "And the minute things get complicated suddenly it was all a mistake? For the first time we get involved in something bigger than ourselves and when it doesn't turn out like we wanted it's not our problem anymore?"

"Lizzy-"

"No, I wanted to be better than that. For Steve, for Howie, for Buck, for all of them. Because you and Vic ran off to play soldier and I got left behind and I got bored. I met Howie and I stick around because he was interesting, then Chester shows up and suddenly there's a part of the past that I didn't outlive. There's an odd feeling that comes with being known. Almost like a responsibility, but more fragile," I mused. "We lived our lives with such a separation between us and them that we made ourselves into something completely different. Most Mutants, they try so hard to live normal Human lives. To fit in with them, to be one of them, but us..."I trailed off shaking my head. "Jimmy, I think we broke something in us."

The smell of remorse filled the air and a tear streaked down his cheek.

The tear caught me off guard and I found myself halted. "We did, didn't we?"

He pulled in a sharp breath that caught in his throat. "Fuck," he choked out.

I let out a weak laugh and slumped further into my chair. "Fuck," I agreed, reaching out to grab the moonshine. With a mouthful and grimace, I offered the jar to Jimmy. "So. what do we do now?"

He scrubbed a hand across his cheek before taking the jar. "Up to you, darlin'."

The thought of another 18 years of grudge holding sounded exhausting. Besides, I had gotten what I wanted, plus a bit more that I hadn't. "I guess I'm going to have to forgive you."

"No you don't."

"Yeah I do," I argued, "because it wasn't just for you. For the first time in our lives I let you lie to me. I should have known better- have known better, but..." I trailed off, letting out another weak laugh. "I think I wanted to be angry too. Because you're right, it is easier than everything else. Which is so fucking unhealthy."

"We should probably work on that."

My laugh wasn't as weak as before. "Probably, but who has the time."

He snorted. "We're immortal, Liz. We got all the time."

"Not immortal," I said on reflex before scoffing. "But fuck, I should probably have him run the numbers again just to be sure."

"Couldn't hurt."

"It kind of hurts. He has to take bone marrow."

"The fuck?"

"I don't know," I dismissed with a hand wave. "Listen, now that we're both aware of our shared dysfunction, do you think we can avoid it? Because it fucking hurt and I missed you, and I don't know what I'll do if it happens again, but it'll probably be violent."

Jimmy nodded with a grimace. "Can't promise that I won't fuck somethin' up later but it won't be like this. Or about them."

"I'll take it," I muttered, eyeing the nearly gone moonshine. "Are we finishing this or getting a bottle of the actual good shit?"

He didn't hesitate. "I'll get it."

Ya'll this fucking chapter took it out of me. When I decided that it was a fight between Eleanor and Jimmy that caused the separation I had no clue what it was about. The only thing I could think of that would make Eleanor so pissed would be Steve and Buck so there you go. Honestly, I'm just glad that I'm satisfied with how it turned out instead of hating it like I thought I would.

On a brighter note, I'm going to have a lot more free time, sheltering in place and other reasons, so I'm hopeful that I'll be updating more regularly. If that doesn't end up being the case please don't hate me :)

Anyways, thank you to everyone who reached out to make sure that I was okay during these trying times and I would like to extend that question to all of you.

Is everyone okay?

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