Practicalities

By LadyArmand


Would you sit down please?

What?

You heard me.

If I heard you I, wouldn't ask what you said.

Would you please sit down?

I'm not tired. Besides, I'm busy.

You're stalling.

No, I'm not. I'm cleaning.

Okay. You're not. How silly of me. But do you really think the magazines need to be stacked again?

What?

You heard me. Please, Michael. We need to talk about this.

I don't want to talk about this.

I know you don't, but we have to.

We don't have to. We don't have to do a fucking thing.

Yes, we do. I need to know this is taken care of.

It doesn't have to be taken care of now.

We're supposed to see Melanie tomorrow. What time would you suggest?

We can call and reschedule.

No. We're not gonna reschedule. Okay, this is starting to get on my nerves. Would you please sit down?

I told you I'm busy.

I know. You're cleaning.

Don't take that tone with me.

Don't play games with me.

I thought you liked it when I played games.

This is serious.

My games are serious too.

We can get into that later. Right now, we need to talk.

I don't want to talk about it.

Would you please sit down? You're making me dizzy.

Ben...

Michael, please sit.

Fine. I still don't want to talk about it.

I know, but we're going to.

Why don't we go out?

Maybe later, after we talk.

How about now?

Michael...

This is so morbid.

This is life. My life... Our life.

You're fine.

I won't always be.

There's no such thing as always.

No, there isn't. But just in case, it's good to have a plan.

So you're covering all your bases.

Something like that.

Why now?

Because I've put it off for weeks now. And it has to be taken care of.

We're not talking about this.

Yes, we are. We have to.

I hate this.

I know you do, baby. It's no picnic for me either.

I know. It's just a lot to deal with.

Michael, when I got sick it took four hours for them to call you. And that's only because I came out of it enough to tell them about you. Once you were there, you had no say in what they did to me. They didn't even have to deal with you if they didn't want to. We're not always gonna be lucky enough to get doctors who get it. So...

So you've decided to give me medical power of attorney.

Yes. In case I can't make my own decisions. But more importantly, no one will ever be able to run you out of the room. This little piece of paper gives you the same rights as any spouse.

Shit. So when do I get my ring?

Stop with the jokes for just a second, please. I want to make sure you're never left out of the decision-making.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

Are you?

Not this again.

No. Not again, but it's not just talk now, Michael. It's real...

It's always been real. It's always been scary.

I know. That's why this has to be done.

Fuck this. We're not having this conversation.

Michael...

No...

We have to deal with this.

I know we have to deal with this. I know you're right. I know you're being practical. I fuckin' hate practical.

I love you, and I just want to make sure that when...If...

If the time comes, you won't have anything to worry about../

Me? Worry?

Well, at least not in this regard.

So I guess we're talking about this.

Pretty much.

So when we see Mel tomorrow, all we have to do is sign on the dotted line?

Yeah. I pretty much told her what I want.

You're too young to be thinkin' about this shit, but we gotta do what we gotta do. Right?

We get this done - we put it behind us.

It's just there.

Yeah, like everything else. Kind of in the room, just pretty much left alone. Until...

Yeah. Until. I wish.

So do I. But we both know that's not gonna happen.

So we have to be adults about this.

Yeah. Pretty much.


End of "Practicalities" by LadyArmand -- email

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