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[ukan]

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[worthallthis]

I won't forget, don't worry.

[He can't forget. He'll keep trying, even if it kills him. (He hopes it doesn't come to that, though.) He nudges Libby gently out of the way so he can get out of the kitchen, and pads over to the bed-frame couch-- what used to be the bed, but which has been piled high with cushions and blankets to make it a deep couch instead. Steve is still laying in the mattress they they use for a bed on the floor, tucked in neatly with C sitting on his chest.]

I don't have anything new on the tablet since the last time you were here. But we can watch an old one. Got a favorite?

[Most of his collection of movie files are either weird sci fi, old black and white movies from when he was growing up, or like. The Lord of the Rings movies.]

[ukan]

I'm in the mood for something with tentacles. [Weird sci fi, please!

He settles in.]

Are you holding up okay with Steve being down?

[worthallthis]

[B settles in, feet up on the couch, leaning back into the cushions against the wall, and starts scrolling through titles. He glances at Steve, and the slightly lost cast to his expression is probably answer enough.]

It's been tough, this time.

[So much has happened. It's really taught him just how much he relies on Steve to help him cope. He wonders, a little, if that's actually fair... but he also doubts Steve would want him to stop.]

[ukan]

You can lean on me. I'm not Steve...but you don't have to cope alone.

[worthallthis]

[B gives him a wan little grin, then puts actions to those words he just said, leaning over so their shoulders touch.]

Why d'you think I invited you over? I-- really needed the company. You know you're one of my best friends, Lark, yeah?

[ukan]

You're one of mine too, B. You're like family.

[worthallthis]

[Aw, Lark. B sinks a little, so he can tilt his head over to bonk his forehead gently into Lark's shoulder, too.]

Thanks, man. That's. That's nice to hear.