Luceti Appointments

[i_speak_softly]

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[i_speak_softly]

[Hugging is a physical expression of love, right? Don isn't sure what Robert means by the rest, but it seems like a good idea to keep his confusion to himself.]

[semper_cogitans]

[Yes, it probably is, right now.]

... ... It... is not a s-significant issue... I suppose. I just... h-hope it does not make you upset.

... Or.

... Will not, r-rather.

[Because it obviously doesn't yet.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don withdraws a little, and fidgets nervously.]

I don't know how I'm going to feel about this, but... do what you think is right? I can't make decisions now...

[He looks at Robert anxiously. He can hardly remember who this man is, but he knows he trusts him.]

[semper_cogitans]

[What he thinks is right? Sometimes he doesn't even know what that is.]

Whatever happens, I... I am here. I love you.

I am not leaving...

[If Don will allow it, he'll gently take one of Don's hands and hold it.]

... I just... wish you c-could... remember...

[Just one more month, right? One more month of this.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don pulls away, crossing his arms again.]

Please don't?

[semper_cogitans]

Don't what...?

[Don't leave? Don't forget? Don't touch his hands like that?]

[i_speak_softly]

Talk about it. I don't like to be reminded...

[semper_cogitans]

[... Okay. He can do that.

Although it seems like ignoring the pink elephant in the room, so to speak. It's so glaringly obvious, anyway...]

... A-Alright... my apologies.

[i_speak_softly]

[There was another reason he was here. He traces his way back through the conversation...]

[Oh yes.]

Are you feeling any better?

[semper_cogitans]

A... A little. [Admittedly. Even if the fact that he dumped his feelings out at Don's feet hasn't helped his mood much.]

Th-thank you for... for helping me.

And for... listening.

[i_speak_softly]

[He nods, then looks down at the chessboard. Whose turn was it?]

Do you want to finish this?

[semper_cogitans]

...

... [Awkwardly:] ... I am... not even certain whose turn it is, now.

[Probably because he lost track somewhere in that emo blob back there.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Nope, can't remember.]

Never mind. [He pokes his king, knocking it over.] You were going to win anyway.

[semper_cogitans]

We will... n-need to play again sometime. [Robert manages a gentle smile.] I... always enjoy spending time with you...

[i_speak_softly]

[An uncomfortable pause, then, very softly:] I... think I should go...

[semper_cogitans]

[...

Robert cringes a little, pulling his hands in against his chest as though the words physically pain him.

But... he's never one to deny Don something.]

O-Of... of course.

...

... T-Take care...? If... if you need anything... [He lets it hang. Don probably won't need anything anyway.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don, similarly hunched, gets up and moves out of the room. It will take his winter-slow brain a while to process everything that just happened.]