[ it was better this way, putting some distance between them. after all, it was six's thoughtful gift that finally stirred nehan from his year-long slumber, although it was unwanted at first. in the end he has to face reality and atone, much like every other living being in this awful, awful world.
well, maybe it's not all that bad. nehan has since stopped pushing mugen away and is now grateful for his help; maybe not readily all the time, but sometimes he gets too tired from walking and would appreciate a little lift in the bigger draph's arms, for example. the twins are also a great help -- er, rather, esser is nurturing in a way that nehan can never be while quatre... well, maybe he should just stop fuckin giving him the stinkeye every couple of days or so.
so it wasn't like nehan has had any excuse to miss six or anything. in fact, it would've been fine to able to live the rest of his days without seeing that man again.
too bad fate has other plans. it always has.
his ears perk up as the door opens and a familiar voice makes itself heard. he's seated at his workdesk, mashing some herbs together for further study. it's hard to handle the mortar and pestle with one hand, but he doesn't trust mugen's improbable strength for him to start seeking help. ]
...I'm almost done for the day. [ he doesn't turn around to face six. still too awkward to meet him face to face, even after all this time. ] Is there something you need?
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well, maybe it's not all that bad. nehan has since stopped pushing mugen away and is now grateful for his help; maybe not readily all the time, but sometimes he gets too tired from walking and would appreciate a little lift in the bigger draph's arms, for example. the twins are also a great help -- er, rather, esser is nurturing in a way that nehan can never be while quatre... well, maybe he should just stop fuckin giving him the stinkeye every couple of days or so.
so it wasn't like nehan has had any excuse to miss six or anything. in fact, it would've been fine to able to live the rest of his days without seeing that man again.
too bad fate has other plans. it always has.
his ears perk up as the door opens and a familiar voice makes itself heard. he's seated at his workdesk, mashing some herbs together for further study. it's hard to handle the mortar and pestle with one hand, but he doesn't trust mugen's improbable strength for him to start seeking help. ]
...I'm almost done for the day. [ he doesn't turn around to face six. still too awkward to meet him face to face, even after all this time. ] Is there something you need?