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[after whatever arm shenanigans happen in the afternoon, Charon heads back to Lily for a while to finish some tasks.

but then he returns to Bluebell at like, a time NOT four in the morning? way earlier actually? wack.]

[ Does he EVER come over at like a reasonable, lukewarm 10pm? Wack. Wild. ]

Fancy meeting you here.

[inclines his head to Minuet like a Polite Gentleman]

I just so happened to find myself in the area.

And at a reasonable hour to turn in, too! How convenient.

[ Makes a sweeping gesture for him to come in ]

[does a full polite bow before he sweeps in like he belongs there. terrible man]

You took a mostly quiet day for yourself, I hope.

[other than the ten million arm timelines]

[ Doesn't he tho

Leading him up the tower stairs as usual, though still with the one arm -- in this house we lovingly tend the arm crop for a few days over enduring more body horror. ]

Did you?

[mood]

Yes, actually. There's nothing to immediately follow up on, so...

[ GAWKS AT HIM

Like literally pauses on the stairs and cranes his neck around to do it ]

You don't have to look so surprised.

[ Heh

Resumes the trek up the stairs and pushes the door open for Charon to enter first ]

Weeeell~ that just means you're primed and ready for a restful sleep!

[in he goes! he is dressed for bed yes, though all that really amounts to for him is 'a normal amount of day clothes']

One hopes.

[ If he's wearing the scarf still, that's the first thing he reaches for to tug off. ]

Will this be your first time trying to sleep? Since-- . . .

[he is wearing it but looser than usual; it's easy to unwind and he leans into that]

Well--yes.

[ WITH HIS PATENTED FOOLISH OPTIMISM, as he folds the scarf and puts it on his desk ]

Well -- maybe we'll get lucky and there won't be a nightmare at all!

Whether there is or not...

Thank you.

[ He urges the coat off Charon's shoulders, even more gently than usual ]

... Thank me if it works.

Trying is heavy on the balance, Minuet.

[rolls his shoulders so it slides off them]

[ Just trying doesn't get Charon some peaceful sleep, he does not bother to say.

He just folds the coat and carefully sets it alongside the scarf, like laying out armor. It is, in a way.

That done, he urges him onto the bed. ]

[takes his metal wrist and draws him down with him, if he'll come...]

[ He does; he settles next to him, letting Charon move that arm wherever he'd like it. He doesn't bother with the blankets; if the nightmares are that bad, they'll likely get thrown off anyway. ]

[he'll settle on the armless side so he can press close in a way Minuet can feel, but reach crossbody to hold Minuet's metal hand '-']

I'm all yours.

[ Ah...

He laces their fingers together as a few feathery tendrils ghost across Charon's skin. His throat, his cheek, his hand. Something gentle touches his mind, like a quiet knock on the door. ]

Just try to relax and drift off, if you can.

I'll try.

[he does settle back easily under the touch of the feathers, closing his eyes. it might not be too hard for him to drift off -- he doesn't ever really feel sleepy, but he's always a bit tired, mentally.

the door unlocks and clicks open a hair under Minuet's knock; open, trusting.]

[ He's as inconspicuous as he can be, in a situation where minds are connected -- like a fog blowing in through that cracked door and filling the space behind it.

He doesn't reach out to pass any sentiment one way or another. Just waits, and watches. ]

[at first it's normal, if watching someone fall into sleep and dreaming is ever normal for Minuet. the incessant tick of Charon's conscious thoughts winds down, smoothing into the steady hum of a mind at rest. anything getting chewed on as he lets himself sleep flickers across Minuet's awareness, like bright trails of bubbles in quicksilver liquid:

(--should we really trust a Weed with this upcoming trip--)

(--is Lethe sleeping through the night or--)

(--worried this won't work I'm worried the demon will--)

(--did i forget to put all the dishes away--)

(--how do you convince someone to live when you can't conceive--)

(--even sleep still works when I want it to, what the hell did that wolf mean--)

and then with no warning, all that just plunges down. insofar as he can visualize it, it's like a great grey rift just opened in the floor of this mindscape and everything collapsed in.]

[night 61]

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