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20.Oct.18, 12:51 PM
Because nothing could go his way today, M’ris wanted to come in and wait for R’dal. Great. F’drel held back a tired sigh and stepped back to let the Weyrleader in. When he was in the room, F’drel closed the door, though he left an inch between the door and being fully closed. Just in case — if M’ris went to fully close the door, F’drel knew he was in trouble.
He turned back to keep an eye on M’ris, moving further into the room. F’drel indicated the chair at his small table — the same one D’hys had been sitting in earlier — in case the Weyrleader didn’t feel like standing around to wait. Who really knew how long R’dal would take, he could easily get distracted on the way. Run into someone he hadn’t seen in a while, or see something cool, or maybe they were baking something he liked and he wanted to watch and get some when it was ready.
Of course, M’ris had to start asking questions.
“We met around the beginning of the summer,” F’drel said, deciding that getting more specific was unnecessary. M’ris had given Casa permission for the camping trip after all, and he no doubt knew at least some of what had gone on, and F’drel didn’t want to give him any ideas. Well, further ideas, because that last comment definitely implied he thought they were sleeping together. Fuck. How the fuck was he supposed to respond to that?
“I don’t mind it,” he decided on eventually, and it was actually mostly true; R’dal was certainly a lot to handle, but it was a better kind of a lot than what F’drel usually had to deal with. “And Halomirth likes him too, she’s always happy to talk to him if I need a moment. They were finding pictures in clouds earlier. I’m not good at the game, but they seemed to find it highly entertaining.” Was that a good answer? F’drel didn’t totally ignore the statement, which would have been highly suspicious, but his answer was pretty definitively not ‘oh yeah, totally, post-coital R’dal is a lot more level-headed than he usually is,’ which he didn’t actually know and very much did not want to say. Fuck, he hated talking about sex. It always felt so dangerous, like he was going to get in trouble if someone found out. R’dal showing up while D’hys was over was bad enough, and the only reason he made it through that conversation had been the fact he was half asleep — honestly, he wasn’t even entirely sure it had actually happened. In this case, it definitely felt like he would get in trouble considering he was talking to the Weyrleader who was asking if F’drel was fucking his son, which was making him think too much of Nabol and why couldn’t R’dal just show up and put him out of his misery. Or maybe that would make it worse. Maybe just dropping dead would be better.
“Do you want water?” F’drel asked, walking over to where he kept the water jug and some cups, wanting something to do with his hands. Even if M’ris didn’t want any, he’d probably pour himself some. His throat had gotten very dry. Faranth, why did this day have to keep getting worse?
He turned back to keep an eye on M’ris, moving further into the room. F’drel indicated the chair at his small table — the same one D’hys had been sitting in earlier — in case the Weyrleader didn’t feel like standing around to wait. Who really knew how long R’dal would take, he could easily get distracted on the way. Run into someone he hadn’t seen in a while, or see something cool, or maybe they were baking something he liked and he wanted to watch and get some when it was ready.
Of course, M’ris had to start asking questions.
“We met around the beginning of the summer,” F’drel said, deciding that getting more specific was unnecessary. M’ris had given Casa permission for the camping trip after all, and he no doubt knew at least some of what had gone on, and F’drel didn’t want to give him any ideas. Well, further ideas, because that last comment definitely implied he thought they were sleeping together. Fuck. How the fuck was he supposed to respond to that?
“I don’t mind it,” he decided on eventually, and it was actually mostly true; R’dal was certainly a lot to handle, but it was a better kind of a lot than what F’drel usually had to deal with. “And Halomirth likes him too, she’s always happy to talk to him if I need a moment. They were finding pictures in clouds earlier. I’m not good at the game, but they seemed to find it highly entertaining.” Was that a good answer? F’drel didn’t totally ignore the statement, which would have been highly suspicious, but his answer was pretty definitively not ‘oh yeah, totally, post-coital R’dal is a lot more level-headed than he usually is,’ which he didn’t actually know and very much did not want to say. Fuck, he hated talking about sex. It always felt so dangerous, like he was going to get in trouble if someone found out. R’dal showing up while D’hys was over was bad enough, and the only reason he made it through that conversation had been the fact he was half asleep — honestly, he wasn’t even entirely sure it had actually happened. In this case, it definitely felt like he would get in trouble considering he was talking to the Weyrleader who was asking if F’drel was fucking his son, which was making him think too much of Nabol and why couldn’t R’dal just show up and put him out of his misery. Or maybe that would make it worse. Maybe just dropping dead would be better.
“Do you want water?” F’drel asked, walking over to where he kept the water jug and some cups, wanting something to do with his hands. Even if M’ris didn’t want any, he’d probably pour himself some. His throat had gotten very dry. Faranth, why did this day have to keep getting worse?
