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I was thinking wine, actually.

[He's sincere; he's desperate for just a glass.]

[ And Dorian can't help but raise an eye at that. ]

You know, normally I'd be the one saying to indulge in your temptations. But it's a bit different when the one thinking about indulging is a former alcoholic.

I'm not looking to get drunk.

[He steps past him and onto his kitchen.]

You could even water it down, Christ knows I wouldn't taste the difference.

I'll get you some tea instead.

[ Sorry Crozier, Dorian's emphatic on this point. ]

[Ah well. Can't be mad at him for looking out for his health.]

Tea would be nice. [He leans back tiredly against his counter.]

[ Dorian gestures for Crozier to follow him as he heads for the kitchen. ]

What's the occasion?

Just felt social for a change. [AKA he's not ready to go back to his cabin yet.] Thought I'd see how you've been faring.

Tired, [ Dorian laughs. ] But then again, who isn't these days?

In need of a holiday, mn? Remember that you returned here of your own free will, Dorian.

I did. But when I returned here, I didn't expect to spend the start of things clearing away vines and without a room.

Ah, you're doing well now. A bit of effort was good for you.

[ Dorian rolls his eyes, very dramatically. ]

A bit of effort? I don't like effort!

[ He is being a big whiny baby for the sake of being a big whiny baby. ]

[He chuckles softly.]

I know, my dear, I know. You'll be all-right.

As will you, [ Dorian points out, a gentle tone creeping into his voice. There's a pause before he asks, ]

Something happened. Do you want to talk about it?

[Ah, hell. It wasn't his intent to bring Dorian into it again. It wouldn't be kind to him or Xie Lian, but he supposes he should at least know.]

I ended things with Xie Lian.

[ Dorian frowns for a moment, thinking things over. There's a long pause before he admits, ]

You know? I don't think I'm that surprised? Old as he is, he's hilariously inexperienced in the ways of an actual relationship.

[He nods, a little sadly.]

I wish it had gone differently. I really do love him.

You can still love someone and know that they'd be rubbish for you at the same time, [ Dorian muses. ]

[And that's exactly what Crozier had come to realize.]

In the end I don't think we understood each other. I wanted certain things that I could never have.

And that is a perfectly serviceable reason to break up with someone, [ he points out. ] Don't think yourself lesser because of it.

I don't think myself lesser. I deserve...well. I'm deserving, of love and affection, and of having someone be honest with me.

[He rubs his head carefully.]

Is that tea ready?

Just about. Which of my horrifically tacky mugs do you want to drink from today? The one with Halo Man or the fake Oscar Wilde quote?

[ His name is Master Chief, not that either of these two know. ]

The Halo Man?

[What the fuck is that. Some sort of angel, right?]

You keep the fake quote.

It's the man from Halo, [ Dorian says, like that explains everything. It takes him a moment to pour the water and place the teabags in each mug. But once they're there, steeping, he walks over to offer Crozier the one with Halo Man. ]

Aaand there we go. Perfect for dealing with nonsense.

[WHAT IS HALO, DORIAN.]

It isn't nonsense. [He takes a sip. Nothing about the way he feels is nonsense -- well. With a few exceptions.] Though...did you know I died a couple of days after you left?

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