[And oh is he getting quite the chuckle out of that. He knows Akechi is absolutely full of shit, but he also knows patronizing him by transparently pretending to believe him will bother him FAR more than calling him out on it... so really there's only one course of action here.]
Oh of course, we do all have such days. No offense taken.
[You can even hear the smirk in his voice.]
Though on that subject [You know, the one you hate?] how are you actually doing? Not that I expect an honest answer out of you, but my offer from before still stands.
As fine as one can be in the situation we're all in.
[His mental health HAS NEVER BEEN BETTER VIL. THANKS.]
Though let me turn that question around to you - are you doing okay? A lot has happened in the last few weeks and tonight even. The photos, the strange rooms - it could be enough to drive a person mad.
[Ugh, as much as he didn't want to speak much on it, he wasn't about to give Akechi the opportunity to call him a hypocrite. Lead by example or somesuch, he supposed.]
Things have been difficult since my boyfriend returned home, and this all serves to rub salt in the wounds. So no, I am not "okay" right now, but I will be. It will just take time.
[Trying a pragmatic approach to it. He disliked being open, but the last time he hid and buried pain he overblotted and went on a rampage so... lesser of two evils.]
I suppose that's the risk you take with such relationships here. Though I imagine you're more capable of handling it than most - I'm sure you'll recover soon. It's a good thing he returned, after all.
[The music starts to die down - the moment coming to its natural conclusion.
Vil's answer is pragmatic and logical. They both knew what they were getting into.
Akechi squeezes the man's hand in an act of feigned compassion. Perhaps an accident. It's what a prince should do, so he does. The loss of someone is worth that minimal effort, no matter how pathetic Vil seems in the fringe of his remaining grief.]
It's often said time heals all wounds - to be frank, I don't think that's true. It takes a person's own willpower. It's far easier for a person to fall victim and become stuck in that grief. Sometimes forever.
With a will like yours - I'm sure there's little you can't recover from.
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[Vil always manages to do this. One day, he'll find a way to get under his skin.
He can't wait.]
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Oh of course, we do all have such days. No offense taken.
[You can even hear the smirk in his voice.]
Though on that subject [You know, the one you hate?] how are you actually doing? Not that I expect an honest answer out of you, but my offer from before still stands.
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[His mental health HAS NEVER BEEN BETTER VIL. THANKS.]
Though let me turn that question around to you - are you doing okay? A lot has happened in the last few weeks and tonight even. The photos, the strange rooms - it could be enough to drive a person mad.
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Things have been difficult since my boyfriend returned home, and this all serves to rub salt in the wounds. So no, I am not "okay" right now, but I will be. It will just take time.
[Trying a pragmatic approach to it. He disliked being open, but the last time he hid and buried pain he overblotted and went on a rampage so... lesser of two evils.]
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[It was out of his hands, as were much of the things that happened here. He has to make due with that.]
But that’s for me to come to terms with. We both knew what we were getting into.
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Vil's answer is pragmatic and logical. They both knew what they were getting into.
Akechi squeezes the man's hand in an act of feigned compassion. Perhaps an accident. It's what a prince should do, so he does. The loss of someone is worth that minimal effort, no matter how pathetic Vil seems in the fringe of his remaining grief.]
It's often said time heals all wounds - to be frank, I don't think that's true. It takes a person's own willpower. It's far easier for a person to fall victim and become stuck in that grief. Sometimes forever.
With a will like yours - I'm sure there's little you can't recover from.