Week 2 - dreamshare catchall with Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[The week is filled with dreams.]

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[fragileprophet]

Right...right, you're right. We're here. Together.

[He closes his eyes, but it's a bad idea, because he sees his Original glowering down at him with cold, uninterested eyes and wants to vomit. He opens his eyes again. He laughs weakly.]

None of that matters anymore. It was two years ago--it's all in the past now.

[melancoffeea]

[He wouldn't say that it doesn't matter. If that's how Ion will recover from this stressful state, though, then Sandalphon won't say anything.

Two years . . . ]

You don't look so good. Do you need to lie down?

[fragileprophet]

[He shakes his head.]

No, I'll be okay. I'm calming down. I'm sorry for causing trouble.

[The more you apologize, the less they expect from you. It's better to be left alone in that company, even when you feel so frightened to be alone.]

[melancoffeea]

Trouble?

[Sandalphon doesn't recall there being trouble this morning, as reckless as Ion can be.]

It's been a while, so I'll say it again: tell me if you need anything.

[fragileprophet]

[As his words sink in, Ion feels the shaking start to ease. Ground. He's found ground--he never left the ground. Slowly, his smile comes back. He looks tired, as if they hadn't just woken up, but he pulls his gaze back upward.]

Right now, I'd just like it if you stayed close. Is that okay?

[melancoffeea]

[The request, though simple, is truly sincere and touches something in his depraved soul. In return, Sandalphon offers a tentative smile.]

I'll stay as long as you need. Take this time to rest.