The King is frazzled by resurfacing relations.

[agoldenchain]

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Cygna.

[agoldenchain]

You're good enough, Cygna.

I like you just as you are.

Rick.

[cygnettes]

[Fast, scribbled.]

sorry, sorry, sorry, this wasn't supposed to be about me, the whole point was--

thank you. you're awfully important to me, you know.

Cygna.

[agoldenchain]

[...]

Perhaps you'd ought to go take care of yourself, love. Reckon I've brought up some unpleasant memories.

Rick.

[cygnettes]

had to face them eventually. I, um, I'll go. sorry, again.

Rick, how did

Cygna.

[agoldenchain]

Go if you must, Cygna, but I'm not going to force you. And stop apologising. It doesn't become you.

Rick.

[cygnettes]

... politeness be damned? :)

Cygna.

[agoldenchain]

That's more like it.