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[writteninblood]

Oh. I-- sure.

[Was he not expecting that? There goes that dignity, again.]

Where at?

[samahl]

I'm at Sam's house right now, trying to figure out how best to pack it up for long stays away. Why not come there?

[writteninblood]

Alright, I'll see you soon.

[There is a significant pause.]

Ah, Cyril, you're...not with anyone, are you? I mean, I don't exactly mind your Sam, but it's just...

[He doesn't want to talk about things where Sam can listen in. Or anyone else. Cyril, you're his friend.]

[samahl]

[For a moment, Cyril feels a bit like he's been punched. He doesn't like having such an intense emotional reaction to missing someone, so he tries to ignore it.]

Ah. Sam's not in Kirkwall anymore, Sorrel. He won't be again for some time.

[writteninblood]

...Oh. Cyril...

[Creators, he knows how that feels.]

I'll be right over.

[And so he is, as soon as he can be-- and the first thing he does is nothing more complicated than taking whatever Cyril has in his hands, putting it aside, and scooping him into a hug, tight and grounding.]

[samahl]

[Cyril had had some books in his hands, but he'll take the hug instead.

He lets himself enjoy it too, because physical comfort is almost always nice.]

Hello to you too.

[writteninblood]

Sorry. That... just seemed like the right idea. [Hugging you, he means.] Hello, lethallin.

[Ah, the nervous laugh. He'll... He'll just be stepping back now. Ahem. Sorry about that.]

Are you alright?

[samahl]

Hm-mm. It's not the first time someone I cared for was reassigned. At least I can still talk to him on the crystal. And there might be some times I can go join him.

[He offers Sorrel a small smile.]

Though, I'm not sure I can sleep in this house much longer. I want to make sure everything is protected for leaving it long periods of time.

[writteninblood]

Do... you need any help?

[He'd contacted Cyril for a reason, but it seems almost cruel now-- laughable as that might be, ordinarily. But he can at least lend a hand.]

I mean, I'm already here and all.

[samahl]

Sure.

[He gestures to let Sorrel join him.]

You can tell me what you wanted to tell me while we work.

[writteninblood]

Oh, don't worry about that. I only wanted to brag, but now it feels kind of...

[He gestures vaguely, then lifts a handy stack of books into a waiting box, as Cyril is doing.]

...Mean? You know?

[samahl]

[Cyril raises his brow.]

Are you kidding? That will probably cheer me up! Brag away.

[writteninblood]

It isn't really all that- okay, okay, fine.

[Don't give him that face, geez. He gives. And clears his throat a little, for theatrics.]

Fine. I had a whole... stupid speech planned out. I'd say, Cyril, you ought to congratulate me you know and then you'd say...

[C'mon, play along, Cyril.]

[samahl]

[Cyril does want to play along, but he isn't entirely sure what game Sorrel is playing. Still, he smiles and seems ready to go a long for the ride.]

Congratulations?

[writteninblood]

No. You'd say congratulate you for what, Sorrel?

[This is how your voice sounds, Cyril. If your voice were pitched a couple of octaves higher, for some reason. And had the accent played up. Just so you know.]

And then I'd tell you about all the sex I've been having. Come on, Cyril, I congratulate you [Faux-whining tone included] is what I'd say.

...and then you say "Congratulations".

[samahl]

[Cyril's face does brighten up then. He looks successfully cheered up.]

You and Adasse huh? I'm so happy for you. You deserve to have some good fun.

Also, Congratulations.

[writteninblood]

Yeah, for a while now, actually. It's been-- I don't even know.

[He laughs at the congratulations, and shoves another load into another box, to emphasize his own joy.]

You know I... I think maybe it'll be alright, with him. When I went back with the clan, when I left, we talked about what might happen and I tried to tell him that... That I got it, that if he wanted to see someone else, while I was gone... [Sorrel laughs, and shakes his head, then looks up at Cyril with the most ridiculous, lopsided smile.] You know what he did?

[samahl]

He waited for you?

[writteninblood]

He waited. I told him not to, but-- he could probably tell how much it bothered me. He waited, and.

[Sorrel meant for that to come out much stronger, but despite himself the goofy, soft smile is turning everything... mushy.]

Anyways, I've never done this before, so I have no idea how good I've been, but I haven't exactly heard any complaining, so.

[samahl]

I can't imagine you being anything but wonderful. [His voice almost purs as he smiles at Sorrel.]

And I'm sure Adasse wouldn't mind teaching you anything you wanted to know.

[writteninblood]

Hah. Well. [Look at him blush!] You're not... not wrong.

[Adasse has indeed been... quite attentive. Quite attentive indeed.]

Cyril, did you ever-- [Sorrel stops himself] No, nevermind, it's stupid. Tell me where you're staying, if not here.

[samahl]

I'll probably go back to the Gallows for now...

And did I what? You know you can ask me anything. I won't be embarrassed.

[writteninblood]

Did you ever... You know me as well as anyone, and there wasn't ever really anything there, but did you ever wonder about... you and me?

[And, almost as soon as he says it, embarrassment ebbs in and he punctuates it with a little laugh.]

See? That's what I'll call a stupid question.

[samahl]

I wouldn't call it stupid. I used to think about that all of the time. [Cyril replies gently.]

But you were your mother's son, and I was infatuated with Merrick. I knew I could never give you the attention and focus you deserved. I... [He pauses, trying to word this carefully.]

I didn't want to break your heart.

[writteninblood]

[sorrel smiles at that, takes a breath to laugh about it and only then do the words catch up to him.]

What?

[forget dignity, that definitely came out as a squeak]

What? [He pauses for a moment to think about it for a few heartbeats longer] No-- What? Really?

I... D- Why?