[superhell pcs] thancred

[voidshift]

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[voidshift]

[well, then. he hooks a finger in thancred's collar in turn, because two can play at this game.]

Why not? You're very good at lip service, when you're not calling me a brat.

[onlythans]

I call it the way I see it.

[But speaking of lip service, he'll close the gap and kiss him, like the initiative-taker he is.]

w2, saturday

[onlythans]

[WELL THAT WAS SOME SHIT, HUH

anyway he's coming to find ryn after a while, fully expecting to find an absolute wreck.]

[voidshift]

[he's correct!

ryn doesn't have his cat with him, right now, and the reason is immediately clear from the weed smoke he exhales. he's just laying flat on his back somewhere, taking another idle drag.]

[onlythans]

[Whew. That bad, huh.]

Hello. Sit up a bit.

[He says, and waits to see if Ryn will actually listen to him, or if he's just wholly zoned out.]

[voidshift]

[it takes a second, but:]

...fine.

[he pushes himself up a bit, glancing up to thancred.]

[onlythans]

[Oh, good. He sits down perpendicular to Ryn, arranging his legs so that when he lies back down, his head is across Thancred's thighs.]

There. Down again, as you like.

[voidshift]

[...ah. he lays back down again, then, settling in and making himself comfortable.]

It wasn't going to be any better, no matter how we voted. Was it?

[onlythans]

No.

[He winds a hand gently through Ryn's hair, just sort of petting him as he lies there and smokes.]

Did you? Vote for him. Or did you not go through with it.

[voidshift]

...no. I didn't. I know he handed it to us, he wanted that, but...

[he shuts his eyes, for a moment.]

I don't need another item that badly, anyway.

[onlythans]

He took responsibility. There's something admirable in that.

[He runs his fingertips along one of Ryn's ears.]

I'm sorry.

[voidshift]

He shouldn't have had to, it isn't-- that wasn't his fault. He didn't have any intention of killing him.

[his head doesn't tilt into the touch, but neither does he lean away, allowing thancred to continue.]

But someone was going to have to die for it, regardless.

[onlythans]

I know. Because this is hell, isn't it.

[Pet, pet, pet.]

Fairness has no part in it to begin with.

[voidshift]

...no. I suppose it doesn't.

[it takes a minute, but he does ease into it eventually, ears slowly relaxing.]

[onlythans]

Are you going to be all right tomorrow?

[It's sort of a stupid question, phrased that way, but it's obvious to see that's not really the answer he's looking for. Just creating an opportunity to approach the ugly truth of what still is yet to come, on the morrow.]

I'll help you leave, if you don't want to watch.

[voidshift]

Honestly? I don't know, Thancred.

[a slight shake of his head, there. maybe he will, maybe he won't.]

Can't tell if it'll feel like abandoning him to it if I don't, or if it'll feel like something I shouldn't have seen if I do.

[onlythans]

Whatever you need, then. Let me help you if I can.

It may be that I can't, but. If you need me, you have me. All right?

[voidshift]

[he's still a little bit knee-jerk resistant to it, a self-protective reflex kicking in. he doesn't say no immediately, but he does look for a few moments like he wants to before he sets it aside.]

...all right.

I'm not leaving immediately. Depending on what happens, I'll-- maybe I'll stay.

[onlythans]

All right. And if you need to be...

[He motions vaguely at Ryn's hand, the joint and its curling smoke.]

...I'll look after you, if you need it. If that's what it takes for you to endure it.

[voidshift]

Offering to babysit me now, are you.

[he huffs out something that's halfway to an amused sound, as he takes another pull from the joint.]

No, I can handle myself like this. It's not half as strong as what I used at home.

[onlythans]

To care for you, you brat. Ah, my apologies — you comely and magnificent creature.

[Ryn's half-amusement earns one of his ears a light pinch. Not enough to hurt, really; just playfully chiding.]

Have you considered the possibility that that's what I want?

[voidshift]

You shouldn't, is the thing, but you're persistent about it anyway.

[that ear flicks when it's tweaked.

he was drinking before he started smoking, he's at least somewhat more honest. less brain to mouth filter.]

[onlythans]

Persistent and stubborn and usually right.

[Also dashingly good-looking.]

You could always just chalk it up to me being a romantic at heart.

[voidshift]

No, you can't have being right, that one's mine.

[dashing, he can have.]

But if that's your type, then you should know I'm not one.

[onlythans]

I find that difficult to believe, with how highly you prize my flattery. Are you suggesting you wouldn't blush if I were to whisper sweet nothings into your ear?

[He drags his fingers over one of Ryn's ears again, as if to punctuate his point.]

Or that you wouldn't ask for more when I stopped?