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[surface_level]

[ He hasn't gone anywhere. In fact, he hasn't exactly moved, or eaten, or spoken, since he has yet to hear what he's wishing to hear. Lucas sits against the wall wrapped in a coat, staring at a screen that he's managed to make show all of the Twilight films on repeat (yes, seriously). ]

Comments

[surface_level]

I could not eat. I have questioned you. I have worried. I am perhaps not what you want any longer.

[campjesus]

Of course you're what I want. Why would you... why would you think anything else?

[surface_level]

I worry. I question. I wish to know what has happened, though you don't wish to tell me.

[campjesus]

I don't understand.

[surface_level]

What happened to you?

[campjesus]

Nothing.

[surface_level]

There was something which kept you busy. Will you tell me what this was?

[campjesus]

It's not important.

[surface_level]

It is.

[campjesus]

It's not.

And I'm back, anyway, so...

[surface_level]

I am grateful for this.


It is still important to me, Brody. I... care.

[campjesus]

I don't want to talk about it.

[surface_level]

[ Lucas lifts both hands and rubs the heel of each into his eye sockets. ]

[campjesus]

[ nudge ] You need to eat something.

[surface_level]

I am fine.

[campjesus]

Do you want beef or chicken 'cause if you don't pick you're just going to have to live with whatever fate decides.

[surface_level]

I am fine. I do not need you to cook.

[campjesus]

[ he gets up and roots around the nearest bar for food and a pan and other crap. ]

[surface_level]

I told you no.

[campjesus]

You promised me you would eat every day.

[surface_level]

I am not perfect.

[campjesus]

You don't have to be.

[surface_level]

It is painful not to know.

[campjesus]

[ he purses his lips hard. ]

If you eat something I'll tell you.

[surface_level]

[ His shoulder tenses inward as if steeling himself for the consequences of his part in this conversation. Still, he can't seem to stop himself. ]


Yes.