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[unlovesick]

[The woman (very barely at that) is settled into the chair by a pair of hands - a Father's hands, and he is the Father of humanity, one could certainly say - at her shoulders and a soothing voice, a low rumble of laughter and a petition to speak and be heard. She seems, all things considered, neither startled nor perturbed by this development - as

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[hypersomnic]

I - I do believe we are all a little lost here, my lady, but - but perhaps it is for our benefit that we are lost but not lost alone.

[unlovesick]

We aren't?

[She perks up at that, leaning forward just a bit and lapsing into something of a pout when it doesn't do much of anything for proximity.] Then who are we lost with? If you do not mind my asking.

[hypersomnic]

Are we? I am here, as are you and your father, and many more than we three.

... why would I mind a question?
Each other, of course. If - If that is not too forward.

[unlovesick]

[She has figured out - or curiously pestered her current attendant - how to remove herself from the equation in the most literal sense. The delay in motion was becoming quite an irritant and there is, after all, only so long that one should stare directly at themselves. And any other way is dreadfully uneven communication.]

All here? This here?

Some people might.
Especially too many questions in a row  ???  (As a literal example.)
Oh!
I - No. I would not think so.
It is - It is at exactly the right place.

[hypersomnic]

Around us, at the very least. In their homes, out in the city.

Oh. Well. I do not.
Mind, that is, the questions.

I see. I am... glad, then.
Assuming or presuming or concluding would not have been sensible.

[unlovesick]

Where noone sleeps.
(This is a very very strange city.)

It is -
That is good. Lovely.
Though I will try not to have
too many, all the same. (In case.)

& you do not need to be sensible
if you do not like.
I would hardly mind.

[hypersomnic]

That is hardly true. I sleep. Is - Will that be too obvious?
The mortals here, though... they really are very busy people, with their jobs and their lights and debauchery.
(It is hard, sometimes, for me, to keep up.)

Darling, I am far from sensible, but I do not like to be petty.

[unlovesick]

Then its name is terribly misleading.
A very silly falsehood to perpetuate, as busy is not the same as -
Oh. I can see why my Father might favor such a place, then.

I am -How could a wishing
to be not alone with me
be seen as petty?

[hypersomnic]

Perhaps we should not count the city so much a liar, my lady.
I have easily been no one before. The hush is more simple as no one.
They want to live, night after night. That is what I was told.

With - with you? I did not mean...
I simply meant I do not like to presume that people - you - would be fine with...
I do not know.
I cannot imagine how.
I am sorry.

[unlovesick]

While I find no objection to living
- to desiring to live -
One can still do so while being still.

Oh, I -
Do not. I did not -
You should not apologize. I was being unfair.
(Petty, yes?)
I want you to want to be not alone with me.
Oh, but not because I want it.

[hypersomnic]

Such a staunch supporter of Sleep. How nice that must be for him to know he still has an ally, even in this city that seems adverse to the very idea of him.

There are far worse things than issuing an apology. If you will not take it now, then perhaps you could save it for a later date.
I - What I want is usually of very little consequence and -
Bother. Are we not already? Your wants are far -

[unlovesick]

I am -
One could say, perhaps, that I am quite
sweetly taken - contentedly kept & freely given.
One could.
Perhaps.
(It is rest full.)

Yes, but it was not a needed one.
It was greedy and pettily sought. Childish of me.
I like your wants, find them to be quite consequential.

[hypersomnic]

Oh. Oh, I see. How entirely lucky for you both.
You and your someone. I nearly forgot. If they are lost as well I have no doubt they will be looking.
If they are not lost... well, I am sure they will be lost soon without their guiding light.

I did not mind. Truly.
Ah - thank you. You should go find your someone, miss.
I fear I have kept you for far longer than I ought to with my drivel.

[unlovesick]

But I thought that you were -
You said -
My Mother told me. (She is untrue, but she does not lie.)
Did you not?
You should -
Please stop. I am sorry.
I didn't mean it.
You - you are confusing me.

[hypersomnic]

Your mother? She told -

That - That was not hers to tell! It was mine, mine own.
Blasted Olympians and their propensity for gossip and - and - How rude.
It is not a wonder when Thanatos stays below and does not deal with them because you do them one favour and suddenly they feel they are free to play with your emotions.

I am sorry, my lady. Pasithea. I -
My fondness for you is no secret, but I do swear I never would have acted in such a manner if I had known you were otherwise promised.
Please let my admiration be no more than that which it is: silly admiration.

[unlovesick]

I'm sorry! I am. For - listening.
To secrets.
I did not - You asked for me, so I thought -
My Lady said that one did not need to, but I still thought.
Oh, but that was silly. (Yes?)
I get confused sometimes.
I think?

But if you -
Why would you not want to be -
to be anymore?
Why would I be otherwise?