PC: HARROW

[headmt]

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[bonetiddies]

[Yeah, she's bossy.]

Surely there's something between opium and nothing.

[headmt]

Well what would you suggest, then, if you're such an expert on sleeping?

[Sass.]

I don't-- I don't like what I think about when I'm just laying there. If I'm doing something, it's fine.

[bonetiddies]

. . . I told you. A sleeping aid. You mustn't just lie there awake, but you mustn't avoid sleeping, either.

[headmt]

[Well, now he's going to get a little pissy in return, because it's clear she's right and he now has chosen this hill to die on. His arms cross and his tail swishes, agitated.]

I'm really not seeing the issue. I've been doing everything I'm supposed to be doing. I'm indulging, I'm alert, I'm going to help with the-- justice seeking tomorrow as best as I can. I don't want to . . . I just don't want to knock myself out and have dreams of my friend melting into lava, so I think I can perfectly well make that choice myself.

[bonetiddies]

[He can be a little baby all he wants; it just makes her more stubborn.]

Is that what you're afraid of?

[Dreams? Hmm. She crosses her arms.]

I can't promise you won't have them. But. . . hmm. Is not sleeping something you can do?

[headmt]

I'm not human. It could be.

[It's not!]

[bonetiddies]

Yes, that's exactly what it sounds like when a person is telling the truth.

[Stupid.]

I wish I could tell you there was a way you didn't have to dream of her. But the only way past this is through.

[headmt]

[In a voice that's supposed to emulate greed:]

Evidence?

[Ugh!]

Who says I want to be past it?

[bonetiddies]

[Ignoring the joke.]

If you intend to keep your promises, you must. Even if not now, if you can't take care of yourself it will kill you.

[headmt]

[Ugh. She's being so serious about this and he really is just. Too tired to argue back for much longer, but--]

You must know my comeback to that one, Harrow.

[bonetiddies]

[She's. . . really not fucking here for this. She's really not having it. Her expression pinches into something nasty.]

Fine. Go lie down and die, then, if it's so inevitable.

[headmt]

[UGH okay. Fine. He doesn't actually want to make her upset.]

. . . I'll ask. About a sleep aide.

[bonetiddies]

. . . Good.

[She's crossing her arms and going into her sullen, I definitely don't care about you mode.]

[headmt]

[Just. Blowing out his cheeks like a kid for a second. And then he gets over himself.]

. . . Thank you.

[bonetiddies]

It's nothing.

[And then with a little more feeling - ]

I won't allow you to fail. Even if I have to drag you myself. And that won't be fun for you.

[headmt]

[oh are we soul bonded now. two cry sessions and imprinted for life. i think that's exactly what that means.]

Might be one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to my face. And Beau told me part of my eulogy, so, high bar.