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Luca Macken is dead again

[it's possible he won't respond to much over the NV, or at least with nothing terribly substantial. for housemates' reference, he's shut away inside of his personal bedroom, nightgowned, sleeping for most of this past while.]

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[She wanders into his room a few minutes later, trying her hardest to smile. She still has no idea what to say (how could she possibly understand what he's going through?), but she also knows she has to try.]

Hi, Alois.

[His NV has been dropped carelessly beside him on the comforter; he has one arm pressed over his eyes. For several seconds it seems like he's either asleep or ignoring her, but then he bends his elbow and peeks out, looking groggy (and kind of wrecked).]

Good morning, [he mumbles, out of touch.]

[She blinks, surprised, and then looks towards the floor, her mouth tightening slightly in worry. As she makes eye contact once more, she attempts to sound lighthearted.]

It's not morning anymore, silly!

Isn't it, [he says quietly, with not enough effort to make it into a question. His arm slides back into place.] I missed breakfast?

[She draws in a breath.]

I could get you something to eat, if you're hungry.

I'm not. [His head rolls to the side, once again taking his face out of his arm's shadow, and his eyes are half open.] I just wasn't sure if I was really sleeping.

You weren't sure? Why not? [If she keeps talking as if things are normal, then they're sure to be.]

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For some reason the addition of "again" has made this update for more humorous than it ought to be in light of things.

[Oh man...every post he has seen from you is like this, dude. That is just...rough. He doesn't even know what to say.]

...A friend of yours?

[This is worse, this is worse, this is—

Dry-throated,] My little brother.

...Oh.

[This place is such total shit sometimes.]

Sorry.

He was always too small. I never understood. [His voice is thin.]

[Oof. That sounds like survivor's guilt. Not good.]

Uh...yeah. It's...little kids shouldn't have to be here. It's too dangerous.

[No, wait. Shit, That's probably not helpful at all. Shit.]

[Pause.]

No. I would protect him from anything. He went back to where he came from.

Home, you mean. That's-

[That's harsh, kid.]

-is it a better place than here?

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_{[Between Madam Red's disappearance and Luca's return home, Ciel's been a bundle of nerves and stress, barely eating and making himself sick on occasion. He's clearly tired when he enters Alois' room, a small saucer with a teacup placed atop in his tiny hands. For the most part, he's let Alois be and sleep. What else was there to do? What more could he do? Setting the tea down, Ciel slipped into the bed beside him, tiny arms wrapping around a thin middle. It wasn't their bed, but it didn't matter. There wasn't anything he could say to make the heartache go away, but he could hold onto Alois as best he could.

Just because those who they loved had left, that didn't mean either of them had to leave either. Right?]}

[Some stirring, and Alois wakes - at least partway - from yet another slip into sleep. His hips shift, but he decides that's all he can move his body. His eyes are hardly open when he turns his head to Ciel.]

You're here. Is it time for bed already?

No. I simply wished to visit.

I've been too tired to get up, [is his explanation, but he doesn't sound very apologetic.]

You needn't get up now but you must, in the near future. But not now.

I mustn't. I'm tired, is all.

You can`t remain tired forever. What am I to do, if you do?

[Just a voice, and it sounds thin.]

He died at his home. Must have went there. So, again.

Excuse me. I'm... very sorry to hear that. [He's still clearly confused.]

Do you need anything?

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