He really needs to stop getting himself into these situations.

[will_be_god]

Who: Cyrus and Voile
What: Tea and sympathy. And lectures about how sympathy is meaningless.
Where: Cyrus's apartment
When: Thursday around 3
Warnings: Oh, the usual.

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[reservedempath]

It was like a never-ending dance. A never. Ending. Dance. Cyrus was always going to be the same and while half of Voile had wanted to just give up and let him do whatever it was he was going to do, she couldn't deny when she felt terrible, she felt terrible. In the end, Cyrus was still at least some form of a friend and Voile wanted to try to do something. If she didn't, she'd just be angry with herself for it later and that was truly exhausting. No sense in getting stressed if nothing was going to come out of it

[will_be_god]

He had been waiting by the door for just that sound, and opened it before she was finished. "Voile." After a pause he added "You look well." Another pause and "Come in," accompanied by him opening the door wider and stepping away, still watching her.

[reservedempath]

She gave him a nice bow in return and took his implied invitation. At least he answered the door. He could have run away with his tail between his legs, which was sort of what she was expecting. Her head tips this way and that and she dusts off the skirts to her dress and wears for him a smile.

Smile, Voile, and the world smiles with you.

"I brought you something," she announced with that ever expected optimism.

[will_be_god]

"It is unnecessary to do so," he told her, closing the door behind her. "Although I expected that you would. It would be meaningless to decline it." He simply looked at her further, not quite expectantly and not quite blankly.