Yeah, it was hard to do much of anything with the game going on. But now it's over, so...what next?
I like cleaning. It's relaxing and soothing. That's a compliment. YOU aren't like cleaning, if that helps. I don't do stuff with you to turn my brain off.
But yes. We've talked about this, I don't really look at relationships the same way as people where you're from. Neither does Quentin. There are ways other people can love him, things he needs from them that I can't give him for whatever reason. And I want him to have as much of that here as possible. And vice-versa.
I guess what makes it different is he knows. He knows about the crew, he knows about Shanks and Erik and everyone else. I tell him everything.
Yeah, like You know how the air gets all heavy and tight like right before a storm? Something like that. And when someone gets too close it sort of Hurts. Like my chest is being crushed.
Battle scars, really? He's some sort of magician, I thought. What kinds of battles is he getting in? Well, nevermind, that's not as important. How was You know. Everything.
I will. I'm just Things are Weird, still. I'm still mad at him.
He's not a circus guy pulling rabbits out of hats. Back home he was at war with a bunch of vampires.
It was amazing. It was really intimate. I didn't actually go over there intending for it to get that far, I've been kind of...jumpy and nervous which you've been nice not to point out but I know you can see it He made me feel protected, though. And everything is proportional 😇
You've got every right to be. What did faking his death even accomplish?
Oh. That's much more impressive, yeah. What does he think of the ones hers? The vampires, I mean.
Tim, you're such a romantic. 😘 But yeah, I've noticed. Rightfully so, too. Feeling safe has been in short supply lately, so. I'm really happy he could give you that. And that he's proportional, of course.
If it hadn't been found out so fast, it makes sense -- he's a doctor, he wanted to keep himself safe so he could protect Usopp if anyone came for him. It's a tactically sound plan. But it meant I thought he was dead. He left me a note, but I didn't get it until after I'd already seen the bodies.
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But now it's over, so...what next?
I like cleaning. It's relaxing and soothing. That's a compliment.
YOU aren't like cleaning, if that helps. I don't do stuff with you to turn my brain off.
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You know what I mean. After. Between, maybe, before the next horrible thing happens.
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Do you mean in bed or in a relationship?
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But yes. We've talked about this, I don't really look at relationships the same way as people where you're from. Neither does Quentin. There are ways other people can love him, things he needs from them that I can't give him for whatever reason. And I want him to have as much of that here as possible. And vice-versa.
I guess what makes it different is he knows. He knows about the crew, he knows about Shanks and Erik and everyone else. I tell him everything.
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It feels selfish to ask him to put up with that when he was just DEAD.
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Or maybe people are just selfish and that's not the worst thing ever.
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[Hah! Get full circle moment'd, idiot.]
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Thanks. It probably sounds like I'm losing my mind.
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No more than I am. I keep feeling things. And my headache isn't going away.
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Feeling things?
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Yeah, like
You know how the air gets all heavy and tight like right before a storm? Something like that. And when someone gets too close it sort of
Hurts. Like my chest is being crushed.
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[ A ring of interlocking metal pieces, like chainmail, that he's had on him since shortly after the game began. ]
That's not normal, is it?
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Have you
You know.
Spent the night yet?
Not from what Shanks has told me, but I'm still new to the haki thing. Maybe this is normal. Growing pains.
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If it's hurting you to stand close to people, you should ask him.
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Well, nevermind, that's not as important. How was
You know. Everything.
I will. I'm just
Things are
Weird, still. I'm still mad at him.
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It was amazing. It was really intimate. I didn't actually go over there intending for it to get that far, I've been kind of...jumpy and nervous
which you've been nice not to point out but I know you can see it
He made me feel protected, though.
And everything is proportional 😇
You've got every right to be. What did faking his death even accomplish?
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Tim, you're such a romantic. 😘
But yeah, I've noticed. Rightfully so, too. Feeling safe has been in short supply lately, so. I'm really happy he could give you that.
And that he's proportional, of course.
If it hadn't been found out so fast, it makes sense -- he's a doctor, he wanted to keep himself safe so he could protect Usopp if anyone came for him. It's a tactically sound plan.
But it meant I thought he was dead. He left me a note, but I didn't get it until after I'd already seen the bodies.
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There's nothing wrong with being a romantic. It WAS romantic.
It was the last round. And what about that groundskeeper?
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I like that about you, silly. It's a compliment. And you deserve a little romance, sometimes.
No, you're right. I don't want to believe Shanks knew about that, but
I don't know. It's all a mess. Everything about this month was a mess.
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