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[ he's there around 10 minutes later, all cleaned up by now, physically good as new et cetera ]

[It's always a mess when Brocade's in the kitchen. He doesn't have Nettle's flair for creativity nor his ability to pull the finest of flavors from nearly any ingredient.

But Brocade's talents, when he actually puts them into use, is home cooking. Big batches, filling meals. It's all savory scents that hit Cinth's nose when he gets in.

Cade spots the green hair, and he turns the burner down.]

Hey. Got chili going. Some corn bread. Waffles maybe? What do you think Thistle will like? We're bros but I don't know him well.

Whatever you give him. He's never told us about any allergies, and isn't really one to state his preferences when they're about him...

I'll sus it out today. Fries for yall will be last. Best to have em hot and crispy.

[Hot as hell and salty as an old dog.]

Any other requests?

Well, you already covered the unhealthy salty stuff. Speaking of salt, I got a load from Mercury. Reliable guy.

SHIT! For all the hauntings! Good thinkin'. I'll drop a thanks at him too.

Yup. Thanks for the recommendation.

[ anyway, pulling out half of a gingerbread cookie ]

I, uh. Actually wanted to show you something?

Yeah?

[ why does he feel so shy suddenly ]

It's, um. A friend. The other guy's friend. Friends.

[ hands it over before he can change his mind ]

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[Oh shit. A memory. He takes it like it's precious.

He turns off the burners entirely.]

.. Yeah, I'd like to meet em.

[He glances up at Cinth just to be SURE it's okay. Then takes a bite.]

[ nods. enjoy the love and trust that Cinth has never had for anyone, no matter how much he wishes he did ]

[It's good. It's so good. That warmth and care. The comfort of these familiar presences who love him back. A trust that... Brocade's never felt with anyone ever.

It's raw in the wake. Empty with nothing to fill it.

Humbled in other ways, that it was shared at all.]

Oh.

[ he knows that look. comes close and wraps his arms around Brocade's waist. it's not the same, but it's more than thing ]

Yeah. Sounds about right.

[Yeah, he's just gonna hug Cinth tightly. The message IN sharing it isn't lost.]

... I love ya too, you know? It might not be that. [What is? Nothing Cade's ever known.] But, it's all I got. Whole shebang.

[ oh

starts sobbing actually ]

[Oh.

He holds him, hands engulfing his shoulders.]

It's so stupid.

[ his sobs come out harsh, raw, nothing like his usual silent breakdowns ]

I'm not him. I know I'm not him. I don't want to be him.

[ but, ]

....

But he's got somethin' that good.

Wish I could kill him and take what he has.

Yeah, but it wouldn't work. It wouldn't be the thing you wanted if it did.

[ headbutts him, except it's more of a pathetic forehead thump against his chest ]

I hate it when you're logical.

Lucky for you it ain't often.

Hmph.

You've been less droopy lately.

... Yeah, things turned up. I ah, got good news, but I understand if this aint the time.

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