But the architects only drew blanks

[defrostedpride]

WHO: Even and Aeleus.
WHERE: Traverse Town, Aeleus's part of the teashop apartments.
WHAT: Even requires an urgent Feelings Consultation, viz., what is this feeling so sudden and new (it's not loathing; he'd recognize loathing).
WHEN: One medium-sized breakdown after this. Late afternoon.
Warnings: None as yet!


In the late afternoon, when the town is quiet, there comes a knock on Aeleus's door.

Even is not looking his best. He's looked worse, certainly, but aside from the signs of persistent sleeplessness, his expression seems awry, as though his facial features have come unconnected one from the other. He looks lost.

He feels lost. Thus, Aeleus.

"I - I need your advice."

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[defrostedpride]

Advice based around emotions is, without exception, trite and pointless, Even concludes. If Aeleus can't come up with anything better than that, clearly it's a futile enterprise in general. But...it works, somehow. Not being alone in this is...helpful. (That's probably selfish, but Even doesn't care.)

"This is stupid," he says thickly, starting to get himself under something like control. "And I hate everything."

[earthshatter]

It often is. That's why Aeleus doesn't mean to offer any. He knows better than to offer something trite and pointless to Even of all people, especially when he has his own problems to deal with (on his own time, of course, and certainly not when Even is relying on him to help figure things out.)

"I'm afraid so," he answers, doing his best to sound relatively apologetic about the whole affair.

[defrostedpride]

Even doesn't feel the need for Aeleus's apologies; after all, it's certainly not his idea to have emotions be so...emotional!

He's starting to calm down - the crying-or-something-like-it apparently was good for something - and with the relative calm comes hot humiliation at having broken down so completely. At least it's only Aeleus who saw him, but still.

"This - this didn't happen," he states in defiance of the facts, drawing himself up like that's the secret to dignity.

[earthshatter]

It might not be Even's idea, but it how life works at the best of times. Besides emotions are emotional. It's part of how they work, after all.

Still, Even is calmer now, so Aeleus is going to take that as a good enough place to start, under the circumstances.

"Of course," he answers, without batting an eye. If Even doesn't want to have it spoken of, then it won't be. It's a simple as that, and it's not like it's a thing he can imagine needing to share, either.