IC Inbox; Kaisou

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[Ash starts but then he just sort of slumps against Pat a little with a sigh.

He returns the hug.]

Since I was maybe ten.

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[Without even thinking, Pat starts rubbing Ash's back.]

To think you've been dealing with that for so long...

[It sure does explain a lot, at least.]

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I'm used to it.

[A beat and then, softly:]

Except it wants me to fight more. I nearly killed Jusis.

[And that is kinda fucking him up?]

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Shit.

[Jeez, of course something like that would be fucking Ash up!!

He doesn't know what else to say to that, but he tightens his hug just a bit.]

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[It is extremely welcome. He returns the hug, just as tightly.]

...let's get goin'. The others are probably worried.

[And he hates it here.]

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Yeah. Let's.

[He's reluctant to pull away but they really do need to leave.

... Just... if he takes Ash's hand, hopefully the other won't say anything about that.]

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[He absolutely the fuck won't say anything.]

When we get out, I'll text 'em to figure out if we're meetin' up at Jusis's or Elliot's. You're comin', either way.

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[He nods along with that up until the last part. Wait what--]

What makes you think I wouldn't have?

[Well, gee, Pat...]

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[Honestly. Ash is too tired to say much, so he just gives Pat a sort of Look.]

Hunch.

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[Pat opens his mouth to protest.

Thinks for a moment.

Then closes it.]

... Fair enough.

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Uh-huh. So. You're comin'.

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Alright, alright...

[He squeezes Ash's hand in what might be a silent 'thank you'.]

... I should probably text Eunie, just to at least give her the heads up that Jusis got out okay.

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Alright. And, Pat? Don't tell anyone else about...y'know. Albarea, Schwarzer, and Elliot know, V knows, but...no one else. Don't want them worryin'.

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[... Another gentle squeeze, this time of reassurance.]

Of course, Ash. My lips are sealed.