(for hisoka) the only other option to forget
Melou still hasn't forgotten the first conversation he had with Hisoka. It likely wasn't the first time somebody recognised his name and knew who he was, but it was the first time someone admitted it to him, and the only time someone said they'd read history books about him. It's been bothering him since then, knowing that Hisoka must know more about how the battle with Lancelot ended than he does. He's not so worried about what happened to his men, or what happened to Lancelot. It's something else.
He hasn't been meaning to ask about it. He did consider it, more than once, but abandoned the idea almost as soon as he thought of it, because it would have meant talking about something and having to process emotions, which Melou doesn't like to do. Things like that are uncomfortable.
He's not sure what's changed, or if anything has, but today he can't stop thinking about it. It's bothering him so much that he can't sit still. He's been pacing around and fidgeting all morning. Around midday it gets to the point where he can't stand it any longer, so now he's walking down one of the Mansion's many corridors, looking for Hisoka. He looks tense, and it's not just his regular uptightness. There's obviously something bothering him.
He hasn't been meaning to ask about it. He did consider it, more than once, but abandoned the idea almost as soon as he thought of it, because it would have meant talking about something and having to process emotions, which Melou doesn't like to do. Things like that are uncomfortable.
He's not sure what's changed, or if anything has, but today he can't stop thinking about it. It's bothering him so much that he can't sit still. He's been pacing around and fidgeting all morning. Around midday it gets to the point where he can't stand it any longer, so now he's walking down one of the Mansion's many corridors, looking for Hisoka. He looks tense, and it's not just his regular uptightness. There's obviously something bothering him.