[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]

[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.

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Omega breaks free of Rassilon and heads out, expecting Rassilon to follow.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[And Rassilon pouts, simply grabs Omega's arm again and walks next to him. He'll keep Omega as close as he can, before his friend somehow manages to get into trouble again.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[Omega doesn't object and takes the quickest route, via the lift.]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Rassilon is quite comfortable like this. Reminds him of the way he would hold onto Omega's hand as a child.]

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[rass-bestie.livejournal.com]

[They make it safely, huzzah! Now comes the difficult task of finding the ruddy thing. Um, which direction did it go?]

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[shortsghtedlove.livejournal.com]

[Yes! No possessions! No brainwashing! No mass-murderers! Not that Rassilon is being very helpful. He just sits down, stretches and watches Omega search.]