Bart, you've got some 'splaining to do!

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[RP with nokidflash, following this]

Cissie closed her laptop and buried her face in her hands. She had thirty-five minutes before Bart showed up, and she was going to need all of them. She'd spent the last twenty hours or so in something of a daze, not really believing the reality of Bart being gone and clinging to the idea that he would come back. And despite all the arguing about blame and "stopping" Bart, she just hadn't been able to place blame anywhere. The idea that Bart had left on purpose was just not something she had been able to grasp yet.

But now Bart was back, and saying that he not only knew what he'd been doing, but that he had done it--he'd left them--without knowing if he could come back.

Five minutes before Bart was due to arrive, Cissie stopped crying and went to wash her face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, grimacing. She looked horrible, like she'd been crying all day. Her eyes were red and swollen and her face was splotchy and pale. She just couldn't bring herself to care, though. So she splashed more water on her face, went to change her t-shirt and wait for Bart.

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Bart knew he had a lot of explaining to do. To everyone. Well, maybe not Kon. Kon seemed fine with it right away, which was both awesome and unsurprising. He'd done is explaining to Tabby, along with a lot of other talking, that morning before he'd even told anyone else he was back.

Cissie was next. He knew Tim could wait. He knew Cassie had Tim and Kon to lean on. And Steph was off the radar right now.

So Bart went to Cissie's house, as promised. The half hour prior to getting there had been spent acquiring a few things, so when he knocked on her door he was holding a small box with several brown bags on it. Cissie opened the door and Bart bit his lip. She looked terrible. All the things he'd been thinking of saying just disappeared from his head, and he sighed.

"I... uh. Know I said I wouldn't get you these," Bart started, holding out the box. "But I thought it made more sense. So. Flours. Here you go."