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Got it, knock before looking for books. At least the place is big enough that the chances must be lower.
Are they also blasting their music and walking on your lawn?

I will.
Thank god. They'd better at least wait until I move back.

Hey. Show a little respect, Genie. That's an elder you're bullying right now.

They do.
But you could always try to move back a little sooner in case I'm wrong.

Sorry, grandpa. Should've been on my best behavior.

Tell that to the schools.

I'll forgive you this time. It's hard to keep track of where I'm going or coming from. I'm sure you didn't know.

Is it too late for me to change my mind and tell you to drop out?

Very gracious. I'll watch my mouth until I'm sure I'm older than you in the future.

Little bit. I think two years was the point of no return.

And when that happens you have my permission to bully. My earlier self needs it.

Two years. Was I gone all that time?

I'll tell him that you said that.

I haven't exactly been close by. We might just keep missing each other.

Please do, the little punk.

Could be. I remember being gone for a bit. I just didn't think it was that long.

Hey, don't be too mean, I like that punk.

[Not that she doesn't like the older version of him, too.]

I'm not exactly caught up with what's going on in the house lately anyway. I think it's been a while since Isaac's seen you, but I'm not sure how long. Or if he's just forgotten to say anything.

You're allowed to. I have to be a little more critical.

I need to reach out to Izzy, but if I remember correctly, he's pretty distracted this year.
Besides, I figured I should let you know first. [It was a promise that he made to her when she was younger, that he would reach out whenever he was able to. It wasn't that Isaac didn't worry about him as well, but Genie was always more outspoken about her concern. And Sasha was always trying to put it at ease.]

I promise I won't tell anyone if you cut yourself some slack once in a while.

Distracted's a good word for it. He might take a while to get back to you.
But thanks.
It's good to talk to you again.

You're being too nice, Genie. Save it for the punk.

I figured. I'll text him.
Should we take bets on how long it takes him to respond?

You too. Although I think it's been longer for you than me. I just danced with you at a wedding a little bit ago.

You're my friend either way, telling you not to be hard on yourself is part of the package.

I wouldn't expect anything before tomorrow morning at least. Maybe tomorrow afternoon.

I figure. But it has been a while for me, so.
Still got that to look forward to, at least.

Alright. I'll do my best, then.

Is he sleeping now? He could always respond while his hubby is asleep.
I assume the puppy has to take a nap at some point. All that excitement must wear him out. [He's being a little rude again, though if anyone were to understand it's likely her. For a while it was just the three of them, it's hard for him to lose either of them to someone else. Even if technically he left first.]

You have plenty to look forward to, a dance with me isn't that special.

He stopped answering me about an hour ago. So either he finally passed out or he's busy and I'd really rather believe it's the first one. I guess it depends on if it starts up again tonight.
I do mostly hear from him when his husband's asleep though, I'll give you that much.

Sure, but a party with some of my favorite people where I get to give a speech and embarrass my brother? Why wouldn't I look forward to that?

Ew, Gene.
I'll text him in the morning.

Your speech is beautiful.
So is your dress. And the party. It's a good wedding.

[And hopefully the compliment he slipped in there just gets ignored.]

Yeah, I would too.

Good. If it wasn't and you didn't give me warning, I'd never forgive you.

[She's kidding -- she generally doesn't blame him for keeping anything to himself. As nice as it would be sometimes to have a warning.

The compliment isn't missed, but it's also probably safer not to say anything about it.]

You know I'll always give you warning about the important stuff.
When I remember it anyway.

I know.

[She starts to make a joke about telling her if she ever gets married, but it still feels like slightly rocky territory. Deletes it after a second and asks instead:]
Does whether I pass my finals count as important, because I could really use the reassurance

You graduate cum laude.
You have nothing to worry about.

I even make it for that event too.
I buy you a little bear that says 'Congrats.' You're very nice about it even though it's lame. [She still has it. He's seen it. He leaves that out.]

Thanks.
I'll try not to ask you to remind me every time I get overwhelmed.

I have a phone now, Genie, you can ask me whenever you need to.
I'll even leave a note so every version of myself will remember.

Yeah, but I've still got over a year left. Pretty sure that'll just get annoying for all the versions of you.

You and I both know that's not true.
All versions of me love to hear from you.
Making sure you are as stress free as possible is the only thing we are good at. [Which is sad considering he isn't even good at that. Considering he left and all.]

Not the only thing. But you are good at it. [Despite everything. She's not sure how she would have gotten through it all without the help.]

You're going to hear from me no matter what now, though.

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