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[leonheartedly]

Maybe once things calm down, Tart can reconsider.

. . . it's experience talking. [a shrug] But that might be my own experience agreeing.

[afineknight]

At least you know.

[ He shrugs. ]

So. How is Thistle?

[leonheartedly]

Varies. Pleased with the immediate outcome, but they still had to explode to get to it.

The rest . . . [he glances away] Goes without saying, but we didn't want any of that happening.

[afineknight]

Of course not.

Charon and I were talking. We were thinking that we should speak with Blossom and see how to reverse it.

[leonheartedly]

Mmm. I'm sure we'll be going to speak to her, too, once things are less . . . [a gesture] Fucking chaotic.

[afineknight]

[ He snorts, shaking his head. ]

Amen to that.

[leonheartedly]

[he's still looking out past the fence, fingers starting to drum against his arm]

. . . I'll bring my notes by later.

[afineknight]

That sounds good. We can go over everything then.

[leonheartedly]

[he nods, fingers briefly drumming faster]

Yeah. Fair warning, you're not gonna like it.

[afineknight]

[ ughhHHHH.

after a moment he just

steps over

and thunks his forehead down on Tyr's shoulder. ]

[leonheartedly]

[hah . . . he lifts a hand to Crois' shoulder, rubbing it slowly]

[afineknight]

[ muffled: ]

We're doing a good job, aren't we?

[leonheartedly]

A good job . . . ?

[afineknight]

Or at least, our best.

[leonheartedly]

[he's quiet for a moment.

Then he lets out a soft, weak huff, tipping his head to very, very lightly rest it against Crois']

We're trying.

[afineknight]

[ oh. that's comforting. ]

That is all we can do.

[leonheartedly]

[it is kind of nice.

He makes an agreeing noise]

It's the only option.

[afineknight]

The only acceptable option, anyway.

[leonheartedly]

Same difference.

[he squeezes his shoulder]

[afineknight]

[ He snorts softly, but says nothing.

He knows he should probably move, but he's not going to. ]

[leonheartedly]

[he doesn't have to. In fact, his hand is tentatively shifting over to rest against the back of his neck instead, still rubbing slowly. Doing his best to be comforting]

[afineknight]

[ He makes a soft, appreciative noise. yeah, okay, that helps. ]

[leonheartedly]

[if his head leans a little more, well, maybe it's comforting for him, too]

[afineknight]

[ It's nice. And he wants to linger, to let it sit, but after a moment, he murmurs: ]

So much for discretion, eh?

[leonheartedly]

[he lets out a soft snort, mumbling back:]

Fuck discretion right now.