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[stuck_mynock]

Atton doesn't sleep in the bar, often. Sometimes he rests his eyes, and looks all quiet and curled up, but he rarely actually sleeps

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[puckishly]

Heeeeeey, Puck dimly remembers Atton! He's a blast.

He certainly deserves to be showered with love and affection.

... Or, more accurately, to shower some other mystery soul with love and affection. Whatever, man. It's all the same. We're all part of the same love, you know? Like, universal love.

End-of-the-universal love.

The kind of love that involves Puck sprinkling love-in-idleness on Atton's eyes and promptly disappearing to the rafters.

Dude.

[necessary_child]

"I don't think you took anything, at least. Not intentionally."

Sam considers. "D'you remember the chocolate that made everyone think they were kids? Or the apples that made everyone forget?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Sam, I didn't just wake up and feel like this, it's not just some weird bar thing," Except, you know. He did. "I've always felt like this."

[necessary_child]

"Sorry, Atton, but I'm pretty sure you did, actually. You weren't like this before."

[stuck_mynock]

"That's because I was hiding it. Why the kriff are you so intent on the idea that this isn't real? It's the most real thing in the galaxy."

[necessary_child]

Splutter.

"Atton, trust me, it's not."

Pause.

"Okay. Atton? Stop it." Sam considers. If it hasn't worn off... "If you still feel like this in two, three days time, we'll talk."

[stuck_mynock]

Atton pauses, sighing.
"I just want you t'love me back," Beat. "'Cause you're so pretty, and smart, and funny and, and scruffy."

Pause. And then, with sudden, startling realisation.

"Hey!" He seems normal, for a moment, and surprised. But pleasantly so. And then the glazed look is back. "Maybe you've taken something. It makes sense!"

[necessary_child]

...

Well, Sam's not going to deny it, but still. No. Ow, but no.

"No, Atton."

[stuck_mynock]

"No, no, it makes sense! I mean, it's in the coffee, right? You were fine when you came over, you were worried about me. Y'didn't hate me - So, see, there must've been something in the coffee."

It makes sense to him. There's a hand on Sam's thigh, again.

"Maybe Revan did it. 'Cause he wants to ensure my loyalty and if you and me were together, that'd get in the way. He can do that, y'know. This explains so much. Now we just have t'find him and get him to give you the antidote - Or Guppy! Guppy can give you a check-up."

[necessary_child]

Sam twitches again and freezes. "Hands off, Atton."

He will not be held responsible for his actions if that hand goes much higher, damnit.

"No. Anyway, Guppy's not around right now."

[stuck_mynock]

Atton looks dejected, but takes his hand away. Though, he squeeze Sam's thigh, first. And possibly it brushes up higher, in the process of moving away.
"Sorry."

A quiet, sheepish pause.

"Why do you hate me so much? I mean, I know Revan poisoned you, but ... we should find him. Now."

[necessary_child]

"...Atton." It's faintly strangled; Sam is urgently doing times tables, thinking about Thor in the shower, imagining the imminent doomish wrath of Guppysaur, anything rather than fuck this up.

Pause. "I don't hate you, Atton. Contrary to popular belief, there is in fact a giant big huge difference between 'don't love' and 'hate'."

[stuck_mynock]

"I'm not good enough for you, right?" Atton says quietly.

[necessary_child]

"...Wrong, Atton. We've had this discussion before, remember? But you have a boyfriend, and Guppy would kill the pair of us, me first and slowest."

[stuck_mynock]

"'S just not the same with Garren!" Atton flails. "I mean, I've thought of poetry about you and everything."

That throat-clearing can best be described as 'ominous.'

[necessary_child]

"...Atton, if the next words out of your mouth are in rhyming couplets, I will not be held responsible for my actions."