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Um, so then I came here? And he...he wasn't, like, actively pushing me away, but he obviously didn't want to like, be particularly deep about it which was fine, you know, I can obviously fuck someone without getting up in my feelings, even, even if he's the...the love of my goddamn...

[He can't seem to make himself say it.] But a couple months ago I guess he left and came back really fast because he had no memory of being here and he was...different? He was so happy to see me.

Oh, hon. [ She doesn't even mean to say that, honestly, cause he's clearly trying to get something out and she doesn't want to interrupt him too much. She can't help it though. Babe. Sweetie. Honey. Darlin'. ]

Um, he...I mean it wasn't immediate and we fucked it up a couple times because I didn't really feel like I had the capacity to deal with fucking him and how different he was at the same time but after the fuck tent we...we talked it out and...um, he wanted... [It's getting harder, it can be heard in his voice that he's kinda tumbling down the hill toward crying.] He, he wants...he said, he asked...

[The last bit comes out small and miserable.] I think he's in the lake.

Oh, hon.

Is his stuff still here? His name's in the tome?

Yeah. He's not gone gone. But I can't find him anywhere.

Then, yeah, he's probably in the lake, and he'll be back.

What do you need? Do you need a drink, something to hit, hugs, crying, yelling at the sky? Set things on fire? Break shit?

God, this is so fucking stupid. I've been, I managed my shit for like, eight months before this version of him got here and now it's been like five weeks and it's like I can't fucking, fucking be a person without him.

Hey, no, yes you can. You can. You just need some help. It's okay to need help.

I guess.

I don't wanna be in here. My bed smells like him and there's stuff everywhere. His stuff.

Come to my place. Or we'll break into an empty room. Or we'll get the fuck out of the castle and get you a room in one of the taverns.

Okay. I'll come over.

Okay.

Have you eaten anything?

Um. Can't remember. Don't think so.

Are you allergic to or have an aversion to eggs?

No, eggs are fine.

There are, uh.

[Yeah okay no he's not really feeling prepared to admit to everything just yet. He can go to Staxx if that's what she's thinking, it's fine, it doesn't matter that it'll just make him think of Eliot.] Nevermind.

[ THANKFULLY no, she has a little kitchenette in her room. ] Okay, good, because eggs and toast are about all I can make. They won't be spectacular but they'll be food that you can put in your body and keep it alive.

[Oh, phew. Sanity and dignity intact. He sounds a little relieved:] Okay. I'll be there soon.

Okay.

It took Quentin a little longer than Daisy might expect to get dressed and get himself to her, but twenty minutes or so later, he arrived at her door, knocking. God, he was tired. He'd slept last night, he was...pretty sure. Why was he so tired?

Daisy (wearing actual pants, wow) opened the door a few seconds later and immediately pulled Quentin in for a firm hug. She honestly wasn't sure how to help, in fact she was pretty sure there just wasn't, like anything anyone could do to actually help, but a good hard hug sometimes helped her when she felt like she was in pieces.

Quentin felt tears prick his eyes as he laid his head down on Daisy's shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as he hugged her back. He wasn't going to actually cry, it was just, you know, a lot. He was feeling the sting of it. He didn't seem too inclined to let go, either.

He doesn't have to let go. Daisy is perfectly content to hang on tight, fingers of one hand stroking over his hair and the back of his neck. "I gotcha," she murmured. "S'okay bud, I gotcha."

After a minute, Quentin forced himself to pull back, though his hands still rested on her waist. He pressed his forehead against hers for a moment or two, just...trying to silently communicate how much pain he was in and how grateful he was to have her help with it. He pulled away fully with a bit of a stricken look, then made to come inside. If they were just going to hug it out for like an hour, which did not sound unappealing, maybe they should at least do it on something soft and horizontal.

Daisy angled her head before he pulled away to kiss his forehead, then moved briefly to one side to close the door behind him. She stayed tucked in close, since he seemed to need it, her hand absently rubbing up and down his back. She planned to let him pick the direction--flop down on the bed, on a chair, curl up in the floor if he couldn't make it even that far, but after a moment or two if he seemed directionless she'd gently steer him towards the bed, it being the closest and most comfortable seat.

He let himself be steered, retaining just enough presence of mind to kick his shoes off before he crawled onto it, not stretching out, but leaning against one of the posts at the foot, legs crossed and knees up toward his chest ~~the classic Bisexual Sit~~. "Sorry I'm just...pointless right now."

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