Calmseasailor
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“Dr. Langdon?” Her voice comes out as little more than a croak.
“I thought we agreed I was Frank outside of the hospital,” he says, instinctively laying a hand on her forehead.
His hands are still a little cold from the frigid February evening, but he still has to fight not to let his eyebrows raise in alarm at the heat radiating from her flushed face.
“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Mel asks.
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She throws back her head and cackles, little snorts in her laughter that are kind of charming, actually. “Oh, god, don’t be. He dragged me to Pennsylvania, went and got hooked on drugs, and I’m pretty sure he’s been sleeping with his coworker. I’ve been waiting for this.” She grins a bit ferally. “Besides, I’m gonna be a hot divorcee, what’s not to love about that?”
Mel blinks, trying her best to adopt the sort of expression she uses when a patient tells her something particularly out of pocket. “Oh. That’s a lot,”Or, the one where Mel and Abby get stuck in an elevator.
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Mel can’t quite shake the feeling that she’s lied. Not in the facts of the matter, not in any provable way, but by omission. She knows, logically, that what she's left out of her story is no different than Trinity being gay or Cassie being straight. Just another part of herself. But while her friends have accepted everything else about her freely and without reservation, she worries that this will be the bridge too far.
“Hey, guys?” Mel says. “By the way, I'm asexual.”
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Frank Langdon has a list. He actually has a list for many things. What he doesn't expect is that little by little, Mel King seems to make her way into every single one of them
[or: Frank Langdon goes to rehab, loses his mind a little bit, gets clean, gets divorced, fights with his boss and falls in love in no particular order]
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She's the girl that hides to stare at her phone from time to time, the girl that has trouble remembering people's names and faces, the girl with very bad timing and too straightforward answers, the girl that stims by pressing her hands together and pacing around awkwardly, the girl that no one really sees eating, so what? It's okay. That's just her.