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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[lostyourheart]

I am not...dismissing you. And of course I'll comply with your wishes.

[ Better to be agreeable, better to just set his mind at ease until he adjusts to the idea that his tormentors are dead. Surely, he'll come around in a day or two. This madness (grief? fear?) will pass.

If nothing else, she thinks she ought to be flattered he's worried for her safety. ]

Perhaps I will simply refrain from paying calls for a time. Another week will make no difference.

And if I may say so, I much prefer your company. If you would allow me to cause trouble now and then.

[ ...He really. Seems like he shouldn't be alone right now. And he will be doubly alone if she takes Wallace anywhere. ]

[loyalless]

[ Sure. Sure, absolutely, a day or two. Just a day or two and it'll be fine all roses no problem no worries no more deeply deeply fearful Treavors here.

Ha ha.

Ha. ]

It WOULD be less risky for you to remain.

I might be convinced to suffer your presence.

Particularly if you would be so kind as to bring by a fresh bottle.

[lostyourheart]

[ The lack of argument is unsettling. Or maybe it isn't the lack of argument. Maybe it's just that this entire situation is terribly upsetting, and not at all healthy.

But. She'll bring him his wine if he wants it. If it's the price of being welcomed to stay with him and keep watch over him. ]

Of course.

Have you eaten? I'll -

You should eat.

I'll bring food, as well.

[loyalless]

[ Look. Look. He wouldn't entirely mind her presence just now. It might leave him feeling a little less stranded. Would at least ease the - very very minor, of course very minor - concern that she'll be set upon by his brothers.

It's a rational concern. A long-grown, deep-rooted, very rational concern. ]

Don't bother.

I'll take an extra bottle, if you're bent on keeping your hands full.

[lostyourheart]

If you wish to remain among the living, you need to eat.

I will bring you as much wine as you like, but you'll also be having supper.

[loyalless]

Why go to the trouble when I'm liable to die within the week?

...I suppose I might manage it. So long as the wine is no lie.

[lostyourheart]

You will not die. I'll protect you, as will Wallace. Agreed?

[loyalless]

As you like.

Just bring the wine.

Please.