"Why you up heah?"
"Trouble sleeping. You?"
"Same. Why can't ya sleep?"
"It's a stupid reason, really…"
"I'se don' care."
"Well, okay. I can't really sleep without my teddy bear."
"Teddy beah?"
"Damn. Uh, it's a stuffed bear I sleep with."
"Go on."
"It's like this. I've
slept with this bear every night for two weeks before I got here. Not holding it puts me in mind of some
things I'd rather forget. Thus,
sleeping trouble."
"…"
"I mean, there are reasons I don't want to remember these things, it's just that I don't know if you'd understand and-"
"Jill, shut up."
"!"
"Well?"
"Oh God Snitch, why'd you do that?"
"Because I'se likes ya."
"God, I'm not ready for this. Snitch, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't like you, I do, it's just that I can't deal with this right now."
"S'okay, I think."
"I'm gonna go back downstairs now. 'Night."
"'Night."
A/N: Wow, this is all just kind of what happens when I write very late at night. I really don't know when or even if these convos will take place in Bridge, but I'm using the same universe. Review, please!
