First thing tomorrow morning, we'll need to make sure we're prepared for whatever happens. Once we're done with that, then we can start looking around.
Ash is not good at this but fuck if he's going to push Pat away like this. He just shifts to hug him a little better, swallowing hard to fight back his own tears. He doesn't cry. Fuck crying.
But goddammit tonight sucks.
After a bit, in a clear attempt to distract Pat from the everything:]
So apparently, Elliot and Schwarzer have a "spare knife box". And didn't know why I asked what the fuck.
[He might not be good at this, but Ash is here and that's enough for Pat.
He does calm down enough after a while that while he doesn't lift his head from Ash's shoulder, when his shoulders start shaking again, it's at least from a weak laugh rather than a sob.]
Those two chucklefucks, I guess! We were on the phone while I was headin' to get you and the conversation went from this bullshit to camping and then knife boxes!
[A beat.]
Alright, so all our conversations go places but still.
Yeah, we might as well. We'll figure more out tomorrow beyond those. Admittedly, I was more thinking where to go in terms of preparations beforehand when I asked.
Right. It's probably a safe bet they're probably not too far.
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Actually, come to think of it, I want to hit up the knife shop on Shopping Street, too. I'd rather go into this with some weapon I have a reasonable idea of how to use.
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[Yeah, he's just... staying like this for now.]
First thing tomorrow morning, we'll need to make sure we're prepared for whatever happens. Once we're done with that, then we can start looking around.
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[Just mostly blind. Ash hugs Pat tighter.]
We got this.
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And if it's kind of clinging, well... shhhh.]
Yeah.
[Though... there's one thing he's wanted to do since Zhongli's little announcement in the Black Order chat, that he hasn't allowed himself to do.
... it's safe enough now. He can let himself cry when he's just with Ash.]
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Ash is not good at this but fuck if he's going to push Pat away like this. He just shifts to hug him a little better, swallowing hard to fight back his own tears. He doesn't cry. Fuck crying.
But goddammit tonight sucks.
After a bit, in a clear attempt to distract Pat from the everything:]
So apparently, Elliot and Schwarzer have a "spare knife box". And didn't know why I asked what the fuck.
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He does calm down enough after a while that while he doesn't lift his head from Ash's shoulder, when his shoulders start shaking again, it's at least from a weak laugh rather than a sob.]
What the hell?
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Ash, what the fuck is wrong with America?
[Fuck, he's going to start crying again, but this time from laughing.]
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[But hey, it got Pat to stop crying (from distress, anyway) so worth it.]
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Who needs that many knives?!
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[A beat.]
Alright, so all our conversations go places but still.
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[... Hopefully Ash doesn't mind too much if Pat just... stays like this. He needs the hug still and this is nice.
And at least this has put him in a better mood--enough of one that he can actually be productive.]
Right, so, what places do we absolutely need to hit up tomorrow morning?
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[...]
Actually, come to think of it, I want to hit up the knife shop on Shopping Street, too. I'd rather go into this with some weapon I have a reasonable idea of how to use.
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[He isn't sure he could handle being alone, honestly.]
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[Even beyond the fact that he can't stand being alone...]
I wouldn't have wanted you to be alone.
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[Would he?]
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[That is probably a lie.]
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[As he puts his head back down. He's not burying his face in Ash's shoulder this time, though, just letting his head rest there.]
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[Ash will just. Drop his head on top of Pat's for now. He's tired.]
You want the bed or the couch? I'm sleepin' in the driver's seat.
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[...]
Food'll probably be here soon.
[He's not moving, though.]
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