[L takes in Myr's reaction with several rapid blinks and a shallow sigh. His smile doesn't slip, because he needs to wear it like armor; he's made his Bonded so glad, and he doesn't clearly recall when that happened last. He wants to preserve and prolong this in spite of the doubt that gnaws like an ulcer at his stomach. Caring more competently for Myr is an opportunity that's rarely afforded to him.
It's just a matter of stifling the thrumming din that builds in his ears as another task starts running in the background, the chaotic nightmare that's coming, the eventual collapse that he can postpone until he's alone again. If he can't do that for Myr, he can't do it for anyone, and that might mean that he can't do it at all. What place does a person like that have in Geardagas?
He tries to integrate Myr's given time and the reasons for it into the plan for the night ahead, staying ahead of the disasters and outsmarting the panic. They're base things, dumb things, and they've no place in his mind. Let Myr's real, sincere smile outshine it as he envisions a different and cheerier picture of the night ahead.]
There'll be plenty of fun left to be head after sundown, I'm sure.
[With Viren, or Everett, or the many who best L handily in this arena. Ghosts should stay in haunted corners, but... Myr's offering to take what's left of his hand and give him this night. It's too precious to cast away because he's afraid, or because something in him might still be too broken to see the good with no ulterior shadows marring it.]
Tell me about the new monster.
[Presumably while they eat breakfast, though L's appetite's fled uneasily.]
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It's just a matter of stifling the thrumming din that builds in his ears as another task starts running in the background, the chaotic nightmare that's coming, the eventual collapse that he can postpone until he's alone again. If he can't do that for Myr, he can't do it for anyone, and that might mean that he can't do it at all. What place does a person like that have in Geardagas?
He tries to integrate Myr's given time and the reasons for it into the plan for the night ahead, staying ahead of the disasters and outsmarting the panic. They're base things, dumb things, and they've no place in his mind. Let Myr's real, sincere smile outshine it as he envisions a different and cheerier picture of the night ahead.]
There'll be plenty of fun left to be head after sundown, I'm sure.
[With Viren, or Everett, or the many who best L handily in this arena. Ghosts should stay in haunted corners, but... Myr's offering to take what's left of his hand and give him this night. It's too precious to cast away because he's afraid, or because something in him might still be too broken to see the good with no ulterior shadows marring it.]
Tell me about the new monster.
[Presumably while they eat breakfast, though L's appetite's fled uneasily.]