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Text, un: ambiguity

How does one get a cat to leave them alone?

[ He wouldn't try to hide it anyway. ]

So are some carrots.

But carrots don't love you back.

But they taste good.

[A food Simon likes. Alex's just going to add that to the archive.]

Still comparing apples to oranges. Or cats to carrots, honestly.

[Alex Reagan bad joke activate!]

The argument still stands.

She's not going to go away, Simon. In the end, you just have to sort of accept the things that you can't change. You can't change me right? Well, you can't change her either.

So name her Alex too or whatever, but start accepting it.

I will not name it Alex.

Well, I'm glad for that. It'd be really confusing.

But still. This is one of those things you're going to have to accept, Simon. Felis is yours now. And your hers.

I don't have to accept it. It's a one-sided thing.

[ He's going to go down fighting this cat. ]

[Simon Reese bought low by a cat. Their fandom would have a field day.]

Is this something that's easier to fight? Like is it something worth fighting for, Simon?

Mm.

[ he still can’t really articulate what bothers him about the cat.

He doesn’t know how to deal with the affection or demand for affection from him. ]

Why don't you just give it some time to grow on you, okay?

Why do people not give diseases time to grow?

You cannot equate the two, Simon.

Why not, Alex?

Pets are like small children, Simon. They're small children who don't have reasoning capabilities, so when one decides it likes you, you just go with it. Even I know that.

[A beat.]

And small children or animals caring for you aren't diseases.

[ He sighs deeply. ]

It clearly has something wrong with it if it's picked me.

[ What's this admitting something real without a bunch of cryptic junk around it? ]

[What are you doing, Simon, are you trying to give her a heart attack?]

I don't think that there's something wrong with her for picking you. I mean, I would. Is there something wrong with me?

You didn't pick me. I picked you.

Yeah. And I picked you back so.

[Bet you didn't think of that, Simon. But here you are, her friend. So tough. You're the cat.]

You would pick Satan back.

We both know that's not true, Simon.

[Fucking demons, Simon. Fucking demons.]

You would very nearly pick anything and anyone back, Alex. It is who you are.

You see good where there isn't any or is barely any.

Does that mean there's something wrong with me then?

No. It just means you don't always make the best choices for your well being.

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