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[Huey was actually feeling pretty good that day, having recently been intimate with Strangelove, as he wandered into a random room that was drawing him in. Then his eyes lit up with interest as he rolled up to a small table with something glorious upon it. He hadn't had a Ziganov in years so he excitedly opened up the pack of cigarettes, lit up, and smoked that vanilla flavor. He let out a long smokey pleased sigh when he suddenly froze, seeing writing appearing across the wall in front of him and his own voice reading a familiar love letter to the room.]

        Hey. Long time no see, huh?

        Sorry for writing to you out of the blue like this. I've been trying to get in touch, but, you know, you haven't been answering... Was it something I said, maybe? If so, I apologize. It's just there's something I want to tell you. So... I decided to put it in a letter...
        I mean, obviously this isn't the best time at all. But I was, you know, kind of curious. About your... research and stuff... Speaking of which, how's the pod coming along? I was wondering whether that program I wrote was working or not. You know, the one that links our two AIs together. If it's not, I could always... go over and fix it... if that's OK, of course. For my own peace of mind, really. You know make sure the program's feeling alright... Er. I guess you wouldn't really say a program 'has feelings,' would you? Ha ha ha...
       Sorry. I'm getting off track here. So, um anyway I've been meaning to tell you something for the longest time. I've been thinking... back when we first met at NASA... those were fun times. You know, living the dream, getting to work all the time with the... the science we loved. Ever since then I've always held you... your... your... research, that is... in highest esteem. No, more than that... I think you're a... a w-w-w-wonderful person. S-Sorry I don't even know what I'm trying to say here. So when you disappeared from NASA all of a sudden, I was devastated. That's when it finally dawned on me... I.. I need you... For my research, you see. I mean, no! Well, yes and no. It's hard to explain...
        Anyway when I saw you were in Costa Rica I could hardly believe it. I thought maybe a divine intervention or something... you know, like it was written some where that we were meant to be like this. You and me, the two of us, from now on... you know... just you and me... doing research together... I mean not just research... well... there's research of course... But research can have so many different meanings, can't it? I'm rambling again, sorry. But we don't have much time left. When Peace Walker is finished, that's it right? There's the end of the project. So... what I'm trying to say is... us... Peace Walker is like something we created together, you know... And when it's finished... then we'll ...
        ... I know we're not done yet. Need to finish it first , right? Yeah. Until we do I just hope you won't disappear like you did on me last time.

        Sorry for taking up your time. I wish you the best of luck with your research.

        Your dear friend,

        Huey

[... He just sat there, dumbfounded, wondering what the hell he was thinking when he wrote that to Dr. Strangelove. Then Dr. Emmerich went back to smoking, hoping no one would see that old message.]

((Welcome to the Love Letter Room! Feel free to "write" one, or just think about it and it'll appear, to anyone within the Nexus or not - addressing it is optional. It shall write itself on one of the walls in the room and be read out loud. Be prepared for people's reactions. Have fun.))

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That's one neutral way to call them, yeah. H-have you...? Been inside some, then?

[Maybe what Papa Emmerich needed was stopping to consider his times the only measure of time for others. It had been too much, at least for Hal, since he was little.]

[Hal smiles at hearing the positive outcome, relieved.] I'd like that. Thanks.

A few, yes. Excluding this one.

[Huey took another long suck of smoke.]

Hm. I'm surprised none of your love letters has appeared on the wall. Never written one, Hal?

[He tries not to cough at the smoke - it's kinda difficult but he manages.]

I've n-never worked up the nerve...

[And Papa still wasn't giving a damn about that.]

Hm. No girl - or boy was ever worth it?

[One of Hal's older alternates had admitted he was gay so Huey added that gender on as well.]

[When has he ever given one?]

[An insistent blush covers Hal's cheeks] I-it's not like that. And I'm not gay! I think.

I barely talked to anyone, back home. W-writing something was out of the question.

[Point.]

[Huey shrugged to both responses, not caring too much about any of it. If it didn't involve his lover/wife, his son's sex life, with women or men, wasn't that important to him.]

... Hm. You need to be more social, Hal. [Replied the hermit as he snubbed out his cigarette.]

I'm getting better at it. T-thanks to this place, I mean.

I, uhm, I almost can say I have a family of my own.

[A nod.] Good. You need to work on getting rid of that stutter then. [Huey, himself, stuttered occasionally but that was, uh, only under certain circumstances.]

You have a family here? [That caught his interest more so.] What do you mean?

[He blushes, caught at fault. That was his father, pointing at his flaws again...] I'm better at it now. Only when I get nervous.

[A small smile:] I live in an apartment with a younger Hal and a friend. A grown-up E.E. used to live with us, but it seems she went home.

Hm. That's normal then. [So Hal was nervous talking to him then? That realization made Huey a little... sad.]

[He smiled a little.] Good. I met an Emma myself. She's grown up to become a fine lady. [And was alive after he tried to drown her.] If... you have the time, I would like to meet your family.

[Hal is getting slightly better at talking to different versions of his father, but it still makes him feel nervous. Judged.]

S-she is. She really is, though it was strange to have her as the older sister at first. [A small smile] I'd like that too.

[Huey felt the same around his own father. Nothing he did was ever good enough for the man. Him and his useless legs were just a burden.]

Heh. Yeah. She was just a little girl back home, huh? Sweet little thing. [A more genuine smile appeared on his face. Even if Emma was that monster's daughter, he still loved her dearly.] Well, whenever you have time, call my number and invite me over. It's not like I'm ever that busy.

[They could bond about how shitty their fathers had made them feel--- wait.]

[Hal would like to ask why his father chose to bring her to his death, then, but he suspects that's a matter better left untouched.] I'll take note of that.

[M-maybe not.]

[He totally regretted it now but the deed was still done. It was something he would rather keep to himself. Huey nodded.]

Well, unless there's something else we need to discuss, I'm going back to my room.

[Emmerich pushed up his glasses.]

I-It's okay. Just one thing, uhm... [He pauses, unsure] Had that letter been for my mother?

[Hal takes a deep breath] I can't remember her. At all. And, uhm, I'd like to meet her here, perhaps, if she's in the Nexus.

[Huey smiled a bit, thinking of better days.] Yeah. That was for her. [He looked up at it.] I didn't even have the balls to deliver it in person back then. [The man shook his head, thinking about how cowardly he was back then.]

She's here. [A pause.] Her name is Dr. Strangelove, son. I... think she would like to meet you, too.

I think I can understand that. [They are alike in that respect, too. Even the letter seemed like something he might have written, "delete" key and all.]

S-so she is here. [He takes in a deep breath] Dr. Strangelove. You really... think she'd like to meet me?

Why did she left, father?

Hm. [Thankfully he was a lot better now. The man wouldn't have gotten married twice if he hadn't learned to 'walk' on his own.]

Yes. [Nodded.] There's probably alternates of her as well. I've only ran into one of her myself.

I think she would. But, uh, be careful around her. She's... grouchy. [That was an understatement. Hal being a man would already put him in her hate book. It would be awkward, Huey would imagine, if he ran into a Strangelove from before 1980 or before they had even started dating even.]

That's... complicated. I'm not even sure if I know the answer myself. [It was a combination of a lot of issues. Strangelove getting pregnant soon after they started officially dating, both of them having different views on what their home lives and roles should be, and her reluctance towards marriage. Emmerich still believed they were in love back then but... circumstances were strained and it broke what they had.]

I see.

[Being unable to remember her, he absorbs the new data with interest. The issue of her... abandonment of both his father and him still bothers him, but that's one thing he should ask her directly if possible. He smiles softly, a little bit sad.] Grouchy, huh. N-not that different from you, then.

What should I look for, father? I-I don't... know how she looks. We didn't have any pictures of her, at least in my world.

I'm not grouchy. [He threw his son a warning glare, wanting to smoke again, it being debatable if that was a lie or not.]

Well, she has platinum blond hair and very pale skin. She's slender and usually has sunglasses on due to her sensitive eyes. Hm. [He only had a few pictures in his former home, hidden away. After Strangelove left, Huey couldn't stand any pictures of them around the house. He took out his picture phone and brought up a picture he had taken of her recently.] She looks like this. [Papa showed Hal the picture (http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=12940581).]

[Father, you're acting quite grouchy right now.]

[He's memorizing the description his father was giving him when he takes out the picture. Hal feels... odd. Touched, yes, to finally see the face of his mother; but also lonely. She had left them. Breathless:] She's beautiful. [Looking at the picture carefully now, trying to see if any memories resurface, but no such luck.] Is she an albino?

[He inhales, trying to calm himself down, and cracks half a smile.]Huh. Maybe that's the reason I'm getting grey at this age.

[No, I'm not. :|]

[A sad yet nostalgic smile formed on his face.] She is, isn't she?

[Huey adjusted his glasses, instantly losing that rare look on his face.] Yes. So you'll probably never find her in the outside rooms. If there's any place with lots of women around, she'll probably be there. [He said that a bit bitterly. The man was fine with her being bisexual but that didn't stop him from being jealous.]

I don't think so. You can blame my father for those genes. [Alexander had gray hair even before Huey was born.] Better start dyeing it now, Hal.

[Yes you are :D]

[Hal notices the brief nostalgic smile, but doesn't say anything. His father doesn't know (or doesn't want to tell) what came between him and Hal's mother, so it's better if he doesn't ask, right?]

Never on the outside rooms. A-alright. Though it'll be difficult to approach her if she's surrounded by women. More than it would be if I find her alone, I mean.

[He blinks. It had been due to his grandfather, then.] Why should I dye it?

[:T Shut up, son.]

[Probably a good idea. Huey was a secretive guy sometimes and him and Strangelove's relationship was something he'd rather keep to himself.]

If you do find her there, she'll be covered head to toe. Strangelove gets sunburned easily.

Good luck finding her alone. [The woman was alone more often than not but away, where no one could reach her, hidden in some lab or some office somewhere, working.]

[Huey gave Hal a look with his blue eyes.] You're young. Look young.

Thanks for the tips, father. [A small, sad smile] I just hope I don't... startle her too much. A grown-up son coming o-out of nowhere would do that to anyone. [sigh] I have a lot of questions too.

[Hal pushes his glasses, thinking for a second what Huey told him] I'm not sure. It'd be kind of fake, anyway... and. I don't feel that young, either.

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