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Re: After Godric's return

[brushoff]

"You have? Good on you," Dorian says, with a nod. There's a moment's pause before,

"Honestly, last breach sucked for me. But I'm glad it worked for you—better that than yet another round of nonsense."

cw: body dysmorphia

[madaboutit]

The look on his face makes it readily apparent that he was not saying the breach was good. It wasn't. It was one of the hardest he'd been through. But...it was nice to have magic. Sweeney shakes his head.

"Got the wrong shape. Comin' back." He wets his lips, looking for a better way to explain. "I had a tail. Like Ulla. But a fish, not an eel." Sweeney knocks back the rum in one go, staring at the glass after.

"Still feels wrong sometimes. Havin' legs instead. Like I can't be what I'm s'pposed ta. What I am."

[brushoff]

"No offense," which means that Dorian's about to say something super offensive, "but you're dead. Of course you feel like you can't be what you're supposed to. Hell, I'd be surprised if everything didn't feel wrong."

[madaboutit]

His eyes roll beneath their lids. It's not the same thing and Dorian damn well knows it.

"Been walkin' dead 'nough b'fore I got here; guess I didn't notice that much of a change." That's one way to put it. Sweeney reaches for the bottle to refill his glass.

"An' you? New situation. Bein' with the fella who ain't dead? Well--" Okay, that's on him. "--still dead. But also here. Bein' in yer face."

[brushoff]

"New situation that's also weird," he sighs. "I've never worked with an ex before, not like this. I've got no idea how it'll shake out."

[madaboutit]

"Ya spent any time together?" The question is casually nosy; Sweeney has no problem being told to fuck off. But this is him, caring.

"Off network."

[brushoff]

"Not since he returned," Dorian shrugs. "We've run into each other on the Barge and seen each other in passing, but that's about it."

[madaboutit]

He's quiet for a moment, staring at his glass. Sweeney wets his lip, unsure how to broach the topic, if there's even a way to. He does his best to be gentle.

"You think ya'd rather it stayed that way?" Time isn't left for an answer before he makes an addition.

"Or's it too early ta e'en be thinkin' of 'what's ta be' when the 'what is' is still so fucked?"