[Xerxes isn't as miserable as he was in the week he was bedridden by sheer exhaustion, or the following few where he simply didn't want to get up despite being capable. It was an abysmal experience for the both of them, where he'd go back and forth between being grateful to be alive in one minute and hating that he hadn't died in the next. It consisted of a abnormal amount of shouting on both ends, words he didn't mean from anger that was more at himself than his best friend. Now? It's too hard to apologize verbally, but he can still try and get there somehow.
He's... found something, more or less. After he managed navigate this stupid estate on his own, he started entertaining himself be impeding most attempts to make Barma's short life easier. It was partially leftover spite for the Duke, but mostly the fact he was lonely- he just couldn't bring himself to look Reim in the eyes figuratively without some excuse. He was handling a future he didn't want to think about.
So, lunch ambush. There's silence for a long moment, then, from behind the door just opened, Xerxes leans close to Reim's ear.] Hmmm? I'm right here.
remember when you were like i can't play reim again x100
He's... found something, more or less. After he managed navigate this stupid estate on his own, he started entertaining himself be impeding most attempts to make Barma's short life easier. It was partially leftover spite for the Duke, but mostly the fact he was lonely- he just couldn't bring himself to look Reim in the eyes figuratively without some excuse. He was handling a future he didn't want to think about.
So, lunch ambush. There's silence for a long moment, then, from behind the door just opened, Xerxes leans close to Reim's ear.] Hmmm? I'm right here.