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"The buddy. The friend. The famous Vile Betrayer. You should go tell him you're
sorry." She looked around Dawson's shoulder at Pacey, who was playing with
Alexander. "That's him, right? Over there?" She tilted her head in Pacey's direction.
Dawson looked over his shoulder. "Yeah," he said, turning back to her. "That's him."
Megan sighed. "God, he's really cute. I would have dumped you for that one, too."
"Oh, fine, forget it," Dawson muttered, letting go of her and turning away.
"Kidding, come on, I was kidding." She grinned and took his hand again, and he
reluctantly rejoined her. "What are you so afraid of? I mean, the good news is that as
things currently stand, you're not speaking, so you know it can't get any worse."
Dawson shrugged. "He's not going to want to talk to me."
Megan looked at him for a minute with something that looked like tenderness. "Dawson,
this is so stupid. You're sacrificing what's probably going to be your best chance to
make up with him for a long time."
"Why do you say that?" he asked, not sure he wanted to hear the answer, but helplessly
fascinated, sort of as he always was by people with pierced eyebrows.
"He's happy," she said simply. "He's happy, he's drinking, he's dressed up, and to tell
you the truth . . . " She looked over at Pacey again, and then back at Dawson with a
veritable gush of sympathy. "If his appearance is any indication, he's just recently had a
large amount of very good sex, which I expect will smooth things over considerably. I
mean, he's not going to want to waste time fending off your attempts to make amends,
because he's going to be anxious to get back home and have some more of that very
good sex he's apparently been having."
This time, he didn't even bother to be offended. "You think you're cute, don't you?"
"What I think," Megan said, sliding her hand down Dawson's arm until she was holding
his hand, "is that every day of my life, I wake up and get through the day by relying on
what's essentially an unsupportable and logically preposterous notion, which is that the
people I care about are going to have the grace to forgive me for all of the limitless ways
in which I don't live up to their expectations. And in return for that," she continued, giving
his hand a squeeze, "I try hard to have the grace to forgive them for all the ways they
don't live up to mine." She dropped Dawson's hand and tipped her head toward Pacey
again, then walked away toward the punch bowl.
For a minute, Dawson just stood still. "Whoa," he finally said, staring down at the hand
she'd been holding.
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