And with a Crash-

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Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"


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[gifted_profiler]

"What he knows."


"How do you know what he knows?"

[bcgphoenix]

Phoenix stops.

"Because I...it's..." She flounders, waving her hands back and forth in semi-frantic gestures. "It's complicated, I can't explain it. But that's what I was talking about! With the information? And the giving it to you? I know how he thinks and how incredibly fucked up he is, I know about his past, I know some of his future, and..."

The frantic gestures dissolve into ones that're more helpless than not.

"Yeah."

[gifted_profiler]

Frank studies her in silence for several seconds.




"It can't be easy for you." A beat. "He's not a... comfortable... person to know."

[bcgphoenix]

"Yeah not so much no." A little high-pitched, accompanied by a wince. "It's, um. Gets unsettling."

[gifted_profiler]

"I understand."


Said with quiet sympathy.

[bcgphoenix]

Phoenix shrugs, glancing down at her feet with a wry and pretty humorless smile.

(Wow, hi, sudden sucker punch of guilt, how are you? Didn't expect to see you again so soon! How's the family? Good, good.)

"Yeah. But, um..." A pause. Sheepish, "I had no idea where that sentence was going when I started it. Um. Look," and she manages to look up, "offer stands, but like I said that's as much as I can do. If, um. Yeah."

[gifted_profiler]

"Yeah," Frank echoes.

"Thank you, Phoenix."

[bcgphoenix]

"Least I can do," she says quietly, with another shrug.

A pause.

"Frank?"

[gifted_profiler]

"Yes?"

[bcgphoenix]

Can I hug you? probably wouldn't go over too well, considering the tenor of the whole conversation preceding.

Neither would I'm sorry.

"Good luck with everything," says Phoenix instead. The smile's still uncertain. "You're, um. I admire you a lot."

And you've gotten dealt such a shit hand.

[gifted_profiler]

Frank stares at her with some surprise, but then smiles.

"Thanks."