[A pause. This might be a touch too revealing, but… hell with it. He saw her Sleepr.]
I know I felt pretty alone when I first got dropped here. But a lot of people here are willing to help out, and... sometimes you might not have a choice.
[Let them in with barbs whispered over worn tables in a quiet cafe and-
Let them in with secrets exchanged in moments of rare clarity. In truths loosened from his throat in late night phone conversations. In laughter that burst through his whole body, to the point tears blurred the corners of his vision. Let them in for normalcy lost the second he shook his hand, watched a body dissipate under his heel, felt cool porcelain against his forehead because nothing would stay down, the dripping red, red, red from the face of someone he let in and-
A spot on the wall starts to turn into more - colorful and blinding. Unblinking eyes burning at the lack of movement after reading that seemingly sincere comment.
She is going to get hurt someday - brutally and-
Akechi doesn't give a shit about it. Not one. Not for a second. It won't matter because he won't be here. She's someone to exploit and use in the interim. That's it. Why would he care about the feelings of skittering ants.]
You're right. I'm used to working alone and I don't have many friends. It doesn't come naturally to me.
[It’s hard to tell over text, but that sounds like a dismissal; “I won’t forget it,” the end, no need to say more.
[Aubrey gets it. She hopes he’s actually taking what she says to heart. It wouldn’t surprise her if he’s not.
[Not having many friends does that to a person.]
Yeah. No problem. [I’m not in any position to give advice about anything. But it came out that way, didn’t it? Maybe a natural follow-up would be the offer of a listening ear. Maybe that’s pushing it.]
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Good.
[A pause. This might be a touch too revealing, but… hell with it. He saw her Sleepr.]
I know I felt pretty alone when I first got dropped here. But a lot of people here are willing to help out, and... sometimes you might not have a choice.
But it pays off, I think. To let them in.
cw: akechi thoughts, emeto mention, murder
Let them in with secrets exchanged in moments of rare clarity. In truths loosened from his throat in late night phone conversations. In laughter that burst through his whole body, to the point tears blurred the corners of his vision. Let them in for normalcy lost the second he shook his hand, watched a body dissipate under his heel, felt cool porcelain against his forehead because nothing would stay down, the dripping red, red, red from the face of someone he let in and-
A spot on the wall starts to turn into more - colorful and blinding. Unblinking eyes burning at the lack of movement after reading that seemingly sincere comment.
She is going to get hurt someday - brutally and-
Akechi doesn't give a shit about it. Not one. Not for a second. It won't matter because he won't be here. She's someone to exploit and use in the interim. That's it. Why would he care about the feelings of skittering ants.]
You're right. I'm used to working alone and I don't have many friends. It doesn't come naturally to me.
Your advice is appreciated. I won't forget it.
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[It’s hard to tell over text, but that sounds like a dismissal; “I won’t forget it,” the end, no need to say more.
[Aubrey gets it. She hopes he’s actually taking what she says to heart. It wouldn’t surprise her if he’s not.
[Not having many friends does that to a person.]
Yeah. No problem. [I’m not in any position to give advice about anything. But it came out that way, didn’t it? Maybe a natural follow-up would be the offer of a listening ear. Maybe that’s pushing it.]
Take care out there, Akechi.
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I'm sure we'll talk again soon. Under better circumstances, or so I hope.