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Hi there! You've reached the ansafone of Larry Laffer.
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[He chuckles.]

Nah. I know you know that. Actually, I, uh...wanted to talk about the time I wasn't.

[He debates internally for a while about how he wants to say it. With all the "time travel" shenanigans that have made a mess out of his understanding of how old he is versus how much time has passed, he wants to say I had sex for the first time less than five years ago but the relativity of time makes that a lie.

But then he remembers that she's seen his Prismates profile, and thus the age he claims to be, so...]

I lost my virginity at 38. I had no interest in sex before then.

[It contradicts some of the things he's suggested about himself, but he feels like now's a good time to break out the truth he doesn't want to admit to.]

[It does, but only in a way that makes Lapis squint at her device instead of questioning it. She doesn't really think Larry would lie about something like that, considering what she's learned about humans and sex since being here.]

I see. But I don't see how that relates to this?

[In other words, please elaborate Larry.]

I...

[He fidgets with his jacket lapel idly.]

...I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did.

[Larry sighs softly.]

I changed practically overnight. I only could think about one thing but I kept denying it, thinking I could just go about my life just the same. I lost my job, my house, most of my possessions.

I don't--

I don't think you're in danger of hitting rock bottom like I did, but please don't fight it. Don't be ashamed of it. If...if just for my sake.

[She listens to all of this, not feeling a need to interrupt Larry. It's certainly... something.

And she knows what it's like to be at the lowest point, she lived it for well over five thousand years as a mirror. But she's not going to tell Larry that, not after he's kind of spilt his heart out.]

I'm sorry, and... I'll try.

Are you going to be alright?

[Is he going to be alright?]

...Do you want company?

[Both are good questions, actually!]

I'm alright but... If you want company then I won't say no to it.

Babe, I could never complain about having company.

[Pfft, don't mind her stifled laugh at the reply. For some reason she just finds it funny.]

I'm guessing you're at your apartment, right? I'll be there soon.