SPACE COAST: PRIVATE CONVO: DION

[murdergate]

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[agamid]

[ look, sundays haven't been great either ]

Certainly, I shall accompany you as long as you like.

[ gets comfy on the ground... which is not very comfy but it's okay ]

[murdergate]

[ doesn't quite lean on, but will knock shoulders. ]

How are you faring? You've kept it together well on the outside. Any inner tempests?

[agamid]

[ he just smiles, though it's kind of sad ]

In truth, I find Prince Sidon's death most heartbreaking. But I am well versed in holding onto grief.

[ just another day ]

[murdergate]

You were like two peas in a pod, of course you miss him. If your places were swapped, he'd have done the same.

[ nobody gets what they actually deserve. to say otherwise was angry, wishful thinking. ]

I've already shown you my bad side and there's no one else here. Why not let it out?

[agamid]

Again, I am hesitant to call it as such.

[ he lets his head fall back ]

But unfortunately there is nothing to let out. I am simply... tired.

[murdergate]

[ some more quiet. space to simply be. then nodd leans over fully, temple on dion's shoulder. they don't have to talk anymore. this is fine for a while. eventually, they can leave the laundry for folks with actual cleaning to do. ]

[agamid]

[ he's a little stiff because he's really not used to physical closeness, but he relaxes soon enough, and they can stay like that until their butts get sore from sitting on the hard ground. ]