Holly Heights: Mailbox

[third_liberator]

Tyr McDohl
Holly Heights 1499

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[third_liberator]

At home.

Are you O.K.?

[fontastically]

That is what I wanted to ask you.

[third_liberator]

[ So he's been making Ion worry... ]

I'm O.K.

[ He's at home with Laura. Maybe the rest of his housemates are there too, but not as much as his dog is at the moment.

So he's okay. ]

[fontastically]

[While he doesn't like the network, that's the only way to learn of some things.]

Okay.

Please take care.

[third_liberator]

I will.

[ Though now he's realizing that he hasn't talked to Ion since Gremio left.

Or to Luc, Riou, or his housemates for that matter. What an emo kid. He's really run away all over again.

One would think, losing so many people close to him, that he'd want to hold on tighter to the friends he still has.

Nope.

He's sulking alone instead. ]

[fontastically]

[This message comes half an hour later.]

I've learned how to brew black tea, recently. If you'd like, I could prepare some tea for you.

[third_liberator]

[ No, that really is their code for "I know you're depressed." Tyr sighs, looks between the text message and the dog currently making his leg fall asleep, and eventually answers a few minutes later. It wouldn't be fair to keep avoiding Ion. He's really his closest friend right now. ]

O.K.

I'll meet you at your house.



Thank you, Ion.

[fontastically]

If it'll make things easier, I'll come to your house.

[third_liberator]

No, I'll come to you. I'll bring Laura a lot too.

[fontastically]

Okay. I'll be waiting.

[third_liberator]

[ There's no response. Just another car pulling up to Ion's house with Tyr walking out of it, gathering up his puppy, and walking up to Ion's front door with the dog in his arms. Knock knock. ]

[fontastically]

[And Ion's going to be there to answer the door and quietly let them.]

Hello.

[third_liberator]

[ Tyr followed him in, giving Ion a nod in acknowledgement. ]

Hey...

[fontastically]

[Ion doesn't say anything as he closes the door and goes back off to the kitchen to get that fabled tea.]

[third_liberator]

...

[ With no-one telling him otherwise, Tyr continues to follow Ion. ]

[fontastically]

[He turns off the stove so that the kettle doesn't have to continuously announce that it's doing it's job. But he only then goes through a cabinet to get a bowl to fill it up with cold water to set on the floor. No sense in leaving the little lady out.]

[third_liberator]

[ Ion sure was a knight. Tyr appreciated everything Ion was doing for him and for his dog (who was soon set free to have a drink), but he didn't say anything. If anything, he still felt a little awkward. ]

...Thanks.

[fontastically]

Would you like to sit down...?

[third_liberator]

[ Looking at Laura, then... ] ...Sure.

[ He looks over to the dining chairs and decides that's a good a place as any, so he pulls out a chair and sits down. ]

...Thanks for everything.

[fontastically]

[Ion watches Tyr sit down before deciding on turning around to get a couple of mugs filled with the hot water.]

There isn't anything you need to thank me for.

[third_liberator]

...

I still appreciate it...

[fontastically]

[Tea can't even be considered a distraction and Ion abandons his work at the counter to move to the table.]

The couch may be more comfortable.

[third_liberator]

[ Looking up at him. ]

...We can move there.

[ Anywhere is fine by Tyr, but if Ion wants to sit on the couch, Tyr has no reason to argue. He stands up. ]

[fontastically]

[He nods before quietly moving out to go sit on and end of the couch. But that isn't going to do anything, either.]

I'm sorry, Tyr. I can't say anything that will ease your thoughts. It wouldn't be fair to you or Gremio to pretend.

[third_liberator]

[ Tyr sits beside him, though not all too closely.

Ion's words...make Tyr look down at his hands. ]

It's fine... Gremio is... You said before that none of this might be real.