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WHAT In person or texting, I don't know, I'm not your boss
WHERE Wherever you'd be at night
WHEN Day 1, night
NOTES aj said i was allowed to make a new post

[So, you've survived your first—or fiftieth, or five-hundredth—day in Quiet Mounds. Tonight, it's raining—or, it's not. Maybe you're trying to get used to your new, quiet apartment. The electricity is buzzing in that way that's hard to ignore, a silence so loud it's deafening, in that poetic sort of way.]

[Or maybe you're one of the sad sacks still working at the 24/7 joints. Or their why-am-I-even-up-this-late customers. You're the reason why capitalism does this to people, you know.]

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You mentioned something to that effect earlier, but I have no experience with such things.

It's a little different—from what I mentioned before. Yfandes, she's my Companion—we're bonded, yes. We're always—in each others' heads, talking, feeling. Partners.

But a lifebond—[his voice wavers a little] Is different, still. It's—finding the love of your life, the person that completes you. Until you're—you're no longer two people. It's genuinely painful to be apart, you can't think about anything but them sometimes. You can feel what they feel, your needs are their needs.

Edited 2017-05-13 22:24 (UTC)

And your lifebond isn't here?

Dead.

[ welp ]

... and what does this mean for you?

[rubbing his wrist with one hand]

. . . I tried to follow. I wasn't permitted.

Before you arrived here?

Several years ago.

[a long sigh, just sounding tired, now]

So I get up every day and do my job. But it feels like having a wound that's constantly bleeding out, but won't let me rest.

...

I apologize for my insensitivity.

. . .

[looks startled, then abruptly, almost near tears again]

I wasn't—no, you've been very kind. I hadn't meant to . . .

[he just shakes his head, putting his face in his hands briefly, taking a deep breath. muffled.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry . . .

I did not understand properly, as I don't with most things of humans'. It is no fault of yours.

[ quiet for a moment, before taking his teacup and offering it again. ]

Drink. And if you wish to be outside, I would like to accompany you.

I-I'm just not—throwing away anybody's support. It's very—very kind of you to offer . . . I'm not . . .

[he takes the teacup, gripping firmly since his hands shake]

Not rejecting it.

I'll...

[ a pause, somewhat grumbly ]

... make an attempt to be kinder in the future.

[stares at him, eyes widening, cheeks going a little pink]

I—it's alright . . .

[ nods, sitting back down. Quiet for now ]

[just drinks his tea]

[ waits patiently until he's done, draining his own cup. ]

What do you wish to do?

What do you mean?

Here and now.

. . . just live one day at a time, I suppose.

[ VAGUELY. amused. he smiles a bit. ]

And in the next ten minutes? I suppose living that much would also be preferable.

Did you want to stay here for a bit longer?

[. . . he nods a little]

If only to make up for my poor company.

If you wish to go elsewhere I won't keep you. As I said, I'd prefer to go with you outside, if only so you won't soak through again.

But I would not say no to your company.

I won't go out again. I should try to get some rest, after this. Nothing will look any better on no sleep, I'm sure.

You're welcome to the spare room, should you like.