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[Varian has waffled on this message for the better part of a month. He's spent a week after the Event Horizon trying his best to recover in Hyrule. And then after that he put it off. THEN the heartless attacked and no one could do anything but deal with them.

But he knows he's put it off long enough. He can't keep a silence between them forever, so he'll reach out first. ]

...Hey.

[ Great start, wonderful start. ]

I figure it's probably about time we talk, huh?

[ it's foolish. Honestly, he feels like he should find someone to punch him. He should have reached out to Varian sooner, instead of sitting in his quiet misery in the memories of That Place, of the things he saw, the things he did...

This isn't No Man's Land. He can't just run away for ten years and come back when everyone's forgotten what he's done.
He has to face the people he's grown to love. They deserve that. He ... he deserves that. ]

i should have called u right away
im sorry

im useless when it comes 2 things like this

but yea
...yea
we need 2 talk
im not sure if its right 2 do it over text but we need 2 talk

i need 2 say sorry
properly

[Truth me told, Varian wouldn't have been ready for it. He'd come as close to crumbling as he had since... well, since before he ever came to this world. He needed the time away to put himself back together again, piece by miserable piece, until he'd finally got himself to a place he could talk about this again.

So he doesn't mind the time. He figures they both needed that. ]

You were dealing with a lot, too. Don't worry about it.

Yeah, I wanna say I'm sorry too. But this feels like an in-person conversation. Do you wanna meet up somewhere? Probably not your cottage, I think Kni's avoiding me.

[ sometimes you need time to scab over a wound before properly seeing to it. he's got a number of scars and he's used to it by now--but this one cut particularly deep. to watch someone--another friend--die in his arms, and... this time, they came back. he's not used to that. he was never prepared for that. ]

if i can be serious wi/u for a second, kni's been avoiding me too actually
since ive come back hes been staying out in the orchard and wont talk 2 anyone
but thats something i will deal with soon, so dont u worry about it
knis always been... difficult with things like this

lets

lets meet maybe at the big donut? i can buy u some donuts and coffee as my treat while we have a chat

[Varian's got plenty of scars, this was a particularly large one, but he's learned to live with the others- he figured he can do that with this one, too. ]

It was a lot of him. I can understand why. I don't think it's personal, it just... takes a while to process stuff like this.

I know it. Okay, that sounds like a good idea. I'll make my way there now. I'll see you soon.

[ He has to drive himself there, but hey, at least he can park his hideous car in the parking lot and head inside. Neutral territory. This works. He's trying his best to not feel nervous about it. ]

[ Varian is 100% right. it is a lot to process--he was sure that the boy was dead and gone.
as were the others he--

he feels his hand shaking a little as he leaves a little 👍 response to varian's text, and he makes his way out to the big donut. he may have dressed down a little, opting for slacks and a hoodie instead of his complicated coat and fancy outfit.

he's absolutely still wearing the arm Varian made for him too, with little vines and leaves leaking out from underneath it. He'll arrive first--being that the Donut isn't too far from his house, and he'll get a little table and even order a big box of donuts for them to share.

hope you like cocoa, varian. ]

[ Time is the great healer and unfortunately that means they are bound by just how long it takes. Which in this case, could be a while.

He raises a hand in greeting when he spots Vash sitting down- it's really nor hard to miss him given how tall he is. Varian takes a deep, measured breath, lets it out. It comes out a little more shuddery than he'd like, he realises there's more nerves in his chest than he first thought- but this has to be done.

He does manage a small smile as he sits across from his friend. ] Hey Vash. [He is, at least, a little bitch for cocoa. ] Those look good!

[ time was the only healer Vash knew. Normally, when he screwed up this bad, he'd run away for ten, fifteen years and not come back until the whole ordeal was long forgotten, or the people involved passed away so he could ignore things like consequences for his actions.
Now that he was stuck in Kaisou thanks to some Peach Juice, he's having to learn reconciliation and it's. Hard. For the alien man who isn't quite in tune with his emotions fully.

he does offer varian a sort of smile as the other comments on the food. He scoots it forward. peace offering...! ]

...You look okay. [ awkward start!!!! he's gonna sit up whip straight. And then immediately bow his head down. ] --I mean, like. I don't know. You--

I.

...
I'm sorry. About what happened. How I acted. I must have scared you so badly, things didn't feel right, and you didn't deserve...

[ he's really not sure where to start, and there's a lot he wants to say. Help, Varian. ]

[The peaches did, unfortunately, make the pretend it's not there until it goes away process a lot less workable. Especially when the person you'd want to avoid is also trapped in the city for a long time for the same reason. Varian's a pro at reconciliation, that's a trick he learned long before he came to this world.

And so, he offers a small, vaguely amused smile:]

Like I'm not fully traumatised from being killed? I mean... I've still got healing to do, but Jun took me out to Hyrule for a little while to recover. That helped. Made it... a little easier.

[ He raises his shoulders in a little shrug. ]

I don't blame you for it, Vash. I never have. That place was purposefully messing with our minds and turning us against each other. You did what you thought was right, and I overreacted and hurt you, too. I'm sorry for that, but there's no point in us torturing ourselves over it. Neither of us were in our right minds- it's just something that happened. We can't control that. But we can control moving on from it. Ergo: talking about it.

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A very due late reply gomen

you have nothing to be sorry for!

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