[M stiffly hugs back. One day he'll understand how to do it without feeling like a fraud.]
That way he can always be with you.
[To an extent, he understands. M keeps his friends alive in the form of stuffed animals. It started as a joke, but once they started to leave... it became all too real.]
[ He's going to need a lot of friendship bracelets, given how much this place likes to take people away, but... Apollo gets the meaning, and he loves it. So he squeezes M in this hug, resting his head on his shoulder. ]
Also a way to keep me accountable, [ and here, his voice gets light, yet self-deprecating: ] just in case I forget about this 'being human' thing.
That's life, though. [ He glances up at M - ] Mortals don't know when they're going to die, just like we don't know when we'll be ported out.
[ he tugs his bracelet, subconsciously, strumming those strings, ]
So it's like... the same kind of promise I would've made back home. No one knows what the future holds. Not even me, and that used to be my bread and butter.
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M says nothing, staring over at his bookshelves.]
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Oh Gods. Lester fights back a sob as he ties it around, instantly, ] Thank you.
[ He rushes over, barely tripping over empty air for another hug. It's Christmas. M can get all the hugs in the universe. ]
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That way he can always be with you.
[To an extent, he understands. M keeps his friends alive in the form of stuffed animals. It started as a joke, but once they started to leave... it became all too real.]
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[ He's going to need a lot of friendship bracelets, given how much this place likes to take people away, but... Apollo gets the meaning, and he loves it. So he squeezes M in this hug, resting his head on his shoulder. ]
Also a way to keep me accountable, [ and here, his voice gets light, yet self-deprecating: ] just in case I forget about this 'being human' thing.
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Don't... make promises you can't keep.
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[ he tugs his bracelet, subconsciously, strumming those strings, ]
So it's like... the same kind of promise I would've made back home. No one knows what the future holds. Not even me, and that used to be my bread and butter.
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[A joke.
Still, he appreciates the sentiment. He just... needs to keep reminding himself of that.]