[and true enough, there's envy, slumped onto one of the library tables much like he had been in the conference room. instead of the robes, he has a green hoodie with the envy symbol and comfy lounge pants; also i forgot in trial but his eyes all have the heart pupils and have this whole time. oops. also two on his face and one on his left hand have made themselves permanent; the others come and go, but those stay consistent now.]
[H... HEART EYES. Is is because of heartbreak. Teej, explain the heart eyes.
Anyway— There's a quick OMW text, and then she heads over. Binch won't even ask for permission before she pulls up the chair next to him and sits down, frowning in concern.]
Hey... [A pat on his shoulder. There, there.] You know, if we put some beanbags on this table you could totally lay down on it.
[Can't believe his second aspect is honry indulgence.]
Yeah, well... Luca died last week, and Douman and Omi just followed him to the great beyond. So I don't think it's healthy or necessary to come up with a timeline for when you should [finger quotes] "get over" yourself. I mean it, man. Look at Lenore! She's been wearing a mourning veil for two weeks and nobody has given her shit. You should take all the time you need, too.
[A beat.]
... Also, I'm worried about you. Are you going to be okay without anyone aligned to your sin?
It absolutely sucks! You go out of your way not to say anything to somebody so they can't reject you, and then they invite you out just to go oh, hey, by the way, I have feelings for someone else and you're too weird for me to date! In case you were wondering!
[...he slumps further over onto the table.]
Sorry, I'm sorry, I just- okay, I guess I'm definitely not over that one.
[he's facedown in his folded arms, so that's muffled, but he lifts his head enough to speak properly afterwards.]
So- he asked me out for tea, and then he asked if he could confess to one of us and have it count, and I told him I didn't know but I would listen if he had anything he needed to get out, right? And he said, um-- that I'm cute, but we're not compatible long-term. Totally unprompted. So, I-- you know, like an idiot, I asked-- why.
[...he exhales a slow breath.]
And that answer was that he fell for someone else, and that my attitude toward death is too creepy for him. Which I think is more or less 'you're too weird', it's not-- I can't just shut that off. It's how I am.
Don't say that. There are hot, single immortals out there! You just haven't met them yet.
[Look. Listen. Immortality can be great if you think about having thousands of year to do everything you want.]
Well... I wasn't there to judge the conversation myself. Plus, telling someone they're not your type is common. Explaining why, though, in those words, seems a little... like overkill? I don't think you're in the wrong for feeling upset, anyway.
They definitely do not seem to exist where I come from.
[it sucks! it sucks. this is the least isolated he's been-- ever, and it's still like this.]
Also, do you go up to people and tell them they're not your type without them even saying they like you? I knew he was too normal to like me, that's exactly why I didn't.
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[and true enough, there's envy, slumped onto one of the library tables much like he had been in the conference room. instead of the robes, he has a green hoodie with the envy symbol and comfy lounge pants; also i forgot in trial but his eyes all have the heart pupils and have this whole time. oops. also two on his face and one on his left hand have made themselves permanent; the others come and go, but those stay consistent now.]
-hey, Mrs. Hammond.
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Anyway— There's a quick OMW text, and then she heads over. Binch won't even ask for permission before she pulls up the chair next to him and sits down, frowning in concern.]
Hey... [A pat on his shoulder. There, there.] You know, if we put some beanbags on this table you could totally lay down on it.
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[sometimes heart eyes are heart eyes? also what do you think his secondary aspect is i'm crying
the shoulder pat seems to help, at least. he manages a small smile.]
I'll be fine though, probably, I just need like. A day or so to get over myself? Too hungover to do it yesterday.
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Yeah, well... Luca died last week, and Douman and Omi just followed him to the great beyond. So I don't think it's healthy or necessary to come up with a timeline for when you should [finger quotes] "get over" yourself. I mean it, man. Look at Lenore! She's been wearing a mourning veil for two weeks and nobody has given her shit. You should take all the time you need, too.
[A beat.]
... Also, I'm worried about you. Are you going to be okay without anyone aligned to your sin?
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[he exhales a huff of a breath.]
At least Omi did me the favor of being kind of a jerk right before he went and died, so, you know. I guess in some ways that helps.
[in other ways it makes it worse! but.]
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[That is
a lot.
Hm.]
On one hand, I'm glad there's no surprise punishment in store for you. On the other hand... I'm sorry. Even if you say it helps, that sucks.
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[...he slumps further over onto the table.]
Sorry, I'm sorry, I just- okay, I guess I'm definitely not over that one.
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[Immediately blurting those words out, shook. Excuse her?????????]
Oh, my god. He seriously said that?! Verbatim?
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[he's facedown in his folded arms, so that's muffled, but he lifts his head enough to speak properly afterwards.]
So- he asked me out for tea, and then he asked if he could confess to one of us and have it count, and I told him I didn't know but I would listen if he had anything he needed to get out, right? And he said, um-- that I'm cute, but we're not compatible long-term. Totally unprompted. So, I-- you know, like an idiot, I asked-- why.
[...he exhales a slow breath.]
And that answer was that he fell for someone else, and that my attitude toward death is too creepy for him. Which I think is more or less 'you're too weird', it's not-- I can't just shut that off. It's how I am.
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That's such a terrible thing to say! And never mind I spoke to him, too, and we did the friend version of a confession. Totally unnecessary.
[Omi is so lucky to be dead, because there is murder in her eyes.]
Shit, I'm so sorry. If he thought your best fucking self is "creepy," [finger quotes] then he wasn't good enough for you. What a dick!
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[so many perfectly good turns of phrase, ruined by immortality.]
...thanks, though. I kind of felt like-- I didn't know if I was overreacting, he seemed to feel like it was a totally reasonable conversation.
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[Look. Listen. Immortality can be great if you think about having thousands of year to do everything you want.]
Well... I wasn't there to judge the conversation myself. Plus, telling someone they're not your type is common. Explaining why, though, in those words, seems a little... like overkill? I don't think you're in the wrong for feeling upset, anyway.
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[it sucks! it sucks. this is the least isolated he's been-- ever, and it's still like this.]
Also, do you go up to people and tell them they're not your type without them even saying they like you? I knew he was too normal to like me, that's exactly why I didn't.
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[Someone please save Envy. Jesus.]
Uh... I'm going with no. Why would you reject someone who hasn't even confessed to you? You have to be really full of yourself.
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[it has absolutely not been for a lack of boys that he likes, okay.]
But okay, good, that's-- I was like, why even tell me this! At least it's not just me.
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[Being into someone doesn't mean they are right for you? Come on, Envy.]
It's not just you at all. I'm sorry you had to sit through that.
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[a slight huff. look, he is but one envy and he can only do so much about his own bad taste.]
...thanks, though. I- kind of needed to hear all of that.
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[She still thinks a bigger dating pool would be nice, though? Sir.]
You're welcome. You know, I'm always a text away if you need to talk to someone.