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[soldiershin]

Who: zealouspeter and soldiershin
When: Jan 19th @ noon.
Where: Entrance of the library, then onto Shiroe's old apartment.
Summary: Shiroe had a freak-out, Daedalus told Jomy, Jomy needs to ask.
Warnings: Nothing. They don't even swear. Upset Mu? Action log!

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[zealouspeter]

[normally, he would be the type to make it to the location early, but he was coming from a morning class, and exactly noon was as early as he could get.]

[second winter, and he was still dressed rather sparsely; first winter with that link pressing into the back of his mind, though, and it was making a difference. meant that he showed up only half-smiling (he'd have thought it was possible his mental overload could have gone overlooked, but there wouldn't be those emotions if they were really meeting over a talk on aliens), a makeshift, easily-toppled wall keeping any responses he might've had to that concern and confusion under temporarily wraps.]

[nonetheless, he did show up - raised his head and kept the smile, even threw out his voice. a long way from their first meeting, but... it had been months now.]

[(two months, and it'd be a year. longer than he could remember living before).]

Jomy?

[soldiershin]

[ Head tilting in Shiroe's direction, his mind picking at information spread around the edges of that wall. He doesn't breach it (not yet), but he doesn't silence anything that he might be projecting. Answers aren't what he needs, not exactly. Just needs reassurance that Shiroe's not doing anything too dangerous, that he's not getting involved in anything so deep that it couldn't be clawed out of. (While keeping him in the dark about it, even if Jomy held no illusions that he'd be kept in the loop. It just wasn't Shiroe's style.)

Then again, he's dependent on his abilities to warn him about things like these. Only this time, it hadn't. It was jarring.

Pushing those thoughts aside for now, he works up a smile of his own. Strained at the corners, but real. He's no good at pretending. ]

Hello, Shiroe.

[ The sparse clothing does catch his attention, though. Was he the only one who couldn't get used to this weather? ] . . . Are you not cold?

[zealouspeter]

It isn't too bad. Besides, we're going inside. [pulling to a stop under a yard away, some instinctual part of him already wanting to drop the wall, just say what happened with that concern so palpable-- but that was ruthlessly shoved aside, room made for ignoring any memories that threatened to come up and an inner reminder that he didn't need Jomy to stabilize. sleep was hard to come by these days, defensiveness instead of amusement at certain things, but that was irrelevant.]

[the more unfortunate side-effect of holding himself back was the inability to rush into Jomy's mind, too. that was... felt more than he thought it would be. (he caught the concern, missed the hidden anxiety, for example). but even if he had to rework how to act thanks to the undeniable fact that the other knew (how far and how was unknown to Shiroe, right then) and that was mildly ... distressing, he could keep up the pretense of a normal meeting. no strains to his smile: it was just a bit more surface than usual.] You're still cold, even with all that

[soldiershin]

[ While his problem is that he sleeps too much, maybe, shutting things out when the noise gets too much. It's not a safe practice, with this city being what it was, but there's been nothing to discourage that practice. Until this, anyway.

A faint shake of the head. Distracted again. Focusing on the question, the teasing, he grimaces a little. A roll of the shoulders: an aborted sort of shrug. (He's picking up his old habits. Ones he never dared to do, just a couple of months ago.) ]

Unfortunately, yes.

[ He takes a few more steps forward, closing their physical distance even as he turns his gaze to the library: ] Until when are you free?