[009: Video]

[shortsightedlove]

[He had wanted to talk with Omega about Seven's "I think your best friend is romantically interested in you" nonsense. Instead...]

I have nightmares about my children dying.

[He pauses, eyes wide. Damn flood!]

[He quickly turns the feed off, before he starts talking about his daughter the last thing he needs is everyone knowing about that.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

...Omega? [He steps back a little, to see his friends face and... Oh no. Again! Could he just once stop making...] Omega, don't cry.

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[He rubs his eyes and looks away.] I'm just… I'm sorry.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[He swallows.] What is it, my friend?

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[He looks at him. Oh so brave!] I can't live without you either.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon looks back.] All the more reason to never leave you.

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Omega nods but doesn't speak. He can't.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[He reaches for Omega's arm, touching it lightly.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Omega reacts to the touch, reaching out him in turn.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon lets him and smiles slightly.] Better now?

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

Better. [He's not crying.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

Good. If... it upsets you, we need not talk about it. [For now. But he doesn't say that.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Omega nods thoughtfully.] I think that might be best, for now.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

I see. [He's still smiling.] But you understand, yes? I will never leave you.

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[He smiles cautiously.] I understand.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[He's a bit disappointed by the caution but leans forward, his forehead against Omega's.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Omega leans against him, his arms going around his shoulders.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon returns the gesture, practically hugging his friend.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

This place has taken for a funny turn, Rass. I don't know what to make of it. Howie, Una's friend, was happily agreeing with Narvin yesterday! [W. T. F.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[He frowns, slightly taken aback by the sudden change of subject.] Truly? How peculiar. To agree with Narvin, of all people... [Silence.] Perhaps he and Una are not friends anymore?

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

No, that's not it, he wasn't doing it to spite her, he thought Narvin was right. [He looks at Rassilon.] I want you to take care. There is something wrong and I don't know what it is yet.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

...I see. And I shall, my friend; do I not always? I will simply stay in my room, not much can happen then. But you take care as well, alright? Don't get into trouble again.

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[He nods before looking away.] I should warn Brax. He's quick on his feet... but I ought to. [He left his communicator in his room.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

...You can use my communicator, if you must. [You need to try harder if you want to leave, Omega; before you get possessed/brainwashed again.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure Brax would appreciate it. You could come with me, if you wish. I hear my room is more comfortable, anyway.

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon rolls his eyes and nods.] Fine.