Reverie: IC Inbox

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[contorta]

I wonder sometimes what it'd be like if Mei had siblings, you know.

( bear with him, he's going somewhere with this. )

A brother or a sister. Maybe a brother. How they'd communicate.

[donkeyballs]

[ Alex snorted softly. He'd called Amos his brother enough times to see what Prax was getting at, but: ]

Wish I knew. Melas was supposed to be number three, but. [ There's a grief there, one he hasn't even whispered in five years, and he regrets saying it as soon as its out. He clears his throat. ]

But I imagine they'd fight like cats and dogs, probably.

[contorta]

I'm sorry.

( prax can't imagine that. he never had the opportunity to even try for another child, what with mei's mom just packing her things and leavin, but he can imagine how much it must hurt. )

But yeah, I think they would, too.

[donkeyballs]

[ He lets out a breath, unsure of what to say. He hadn't even meant to mention it. ]

It's alright. [ It wasn't. But it was life. ]

... But I think I get your point.

[contorta]

( they can just not talk about it. but if alex needs to — they can also talk about it some day. get horribly drunk and cry, probably. )

That's what it reminds me of, anyway. You and him.

[donkeyballs]

[ One day, maybe. When the thought just doesn't make his stomach turn.

He lets out a long breath. ]

... Yeah. [ Another pause. ] Yeah. I think you're probably right.

Doesn't stop it being annoyin' as hell, though.

[contorta]

( prax figures that'll be never, then. )

No, probably not. But I think it's good to remember that it's because he cares. And so do you.

[donkeyballs]

[ He makes a low noise in his throat. ]

... Yeah. I do.

[ muttered: ] Even when he's bein' an asshole.

[contorta]

( prax finds himself smiling, just a little. )

So, you're okay?

[donkeyballs]

... Yeah. Yeah, I'm alright.

[ As long as he didn't think too hard, anyway. ]

Thanks, Doc.

[contorta]

I didn't do anything.

( a beat, before he adds, more softly: ) Any time.