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[Reim is loath to think it's convenient that the city needs to be put back together after everything. There's been so much loss, they've all felt it—but having something to do after Pandora is dissolved keeps everyone's minds off those things, more or less, so. It's a little convenient. It keeps people busy, himself included.

Most people, anyway... Reim has more than enough to do, from ironing out the details of the relief efforts (it's-not-Pandora-but-it's-mostly-the-same-people is not a viable organization name, the struggle) to dealing with people on a much more individual level, including trying to integrate the remaining Baskervilles— he's never been more stressed in his life!!

Unlike some people apparently on a quest to ruin the only peace and quiet he has in his schedule - locking himself in his office to eat meals - in between everything else. It's just after he's been to check up on Duke Barma, who is surprisingly... robust, if bedridden, and he's escaped that harrowing exchange only to find his office invaded and some kind of food out. It smells like food. That's not the lunch he ordered??

He sighs. It must be every day of his life at once. He will address... the office:]

Xerxes, come out of there.

[he doesn't even know where, but he Knows it's somewhere.]

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[No, forget this sap, ugh... He's never saying anything sappy ever again after this.]

If I had distracted you so early on, you would never have been as productive as you are now... You'd always think of how much you're in love with me. I was doing the world a favor!

[Yeah he will, he can't lie to himself like that? He's a big baby and Reim knows it.]

Oh, I don't know. I think I'm rather good at multitasking. Surely I could come up with a good system to handle everything at once.

[he is serious]

[Well, Reim is being too much of an adult right now? This is not romantic. Break rolls his eye, moving to pull his cheek.]

You are not making a schedule for when you can think about how much you've fallen for me.

[Um!! This is severely unromantic and Break is the child here. Reim, the adult, just turns his head a little away from his pinching hand. Stop...]

How do you know I haven't already? [....actually, wait, more seriously:] I haven't. Don't start.

[Hmph...]

[Reim started it? He drops his hand and leans his head back with a long, drawn out sigh. Just in case he didn't know he's the worst.]

It's not just fair, because you're on my mind all the time...! [he's kicking his legs now, like a mature adult.] If I can't contain it to a timetable, neither can you.

[This guy... Reim is very nice and doesn't tell him to stop kicking like a child, appreciate him. He hums, thoughtful, like he's deeply considering this sappy stuff Break is hitting him with again.]

Perhaps you should consider a hobby. [Ha, jokes. But don't, because heckling and crawling in cabinets is bad enough.] You're being very persistent about this... I do love you, you know.

[Just in case that was not clear?? He'll just get to the point with his sap, please don't short circuit and die.]

[Oh, well, that does put a stop to his kicking... and everything else. Break sits still, mouth slightly open like he was going to come up with some other witty comeback before his mind went completely blank. He was talking about hypothetically loving him? Like, later? But Reim went and said things now and broke his old man lover. Great.]

I... [He starts, slowly sitting up and lowering his "gaze" to Reim's shoulder while he adjusts his hair needlessly. Even blind, it's ridiculously hard to properly face him during something so serious.] I love you too, Reim. You mean the world to me.

[There... enjoy the one time he's not following up with something stupid to make it anything less than what it is.]

[All things considered, that went better than Reim expected it to. It's been so long he doesn't really feel nervous about saying it, or anything - it's practically a fact of life!! Of course he loves this moron! - but Break is himself, and so there was always that minute chance that he'd make it into some kind of joke. Reim would have to be bothered. It'd be a whole ordeal.

But no, he's serious, which is nice. Reim gives him a couple seconds before he reaches up to take his hand and move it away from his hair; please, calm down...]

I know. [said that earlier, actually, but really—he knew these things. Reim leans down just a little to kiss his forehead, for his grand efforts. Good bf.] I wasn't trying to put you on the spot, but... I'm glad.

["sorry for freaking you out, but Nice"]

I'm glad. [And he is, but it's more or less repeating Reim because he doesn't know what to say. He'll certainly laugh about it later, and probably deny he ever froze up in the first place, but right now? Give him a minute to recover from getting slammed into reality with this, his heart can't take it.]

I didn't think I'd get to say that again. [He slowly leans his head back against Reim's shoulder, winding his arms around him to get comfortable again. Perks of large boyfriend: great pillow.] Another thing I should have done long before... we really were wasting so much time.

[It takes Reim a second to realize what he's talking about - and god, he's such an old man. That is something Reim won't think about for a whole variety of reasons, focusing on here and now instead; looping an arm around Break's waist when he gets settled.]

Well, you know how things are... [The world almost ending, he means, but also all those other things like social status and the part where they're probably not allowed to be seen in public like this! Those are the things he means.]

We have time now. You're an idiot if you think I'll let you run out on me. [tip: don't die]

You're an idiot if you think I'd still try, after all this.

[The day was far too exhausting to even entertain the idea, so Reim wins. Break's comfortable in more ways than one now, and the longer he leans against him like this, the less likely it is he'll be putting up a fuss. They came here to do something else... but he doesn't care anymore.]

Hmmm... Do you think anyone would notice if I left from your bedroom, Reim?

[Kinkshaming Break about his vampire novels will have to come later... that's alright, Reim wasn't dying to read it, either. They can read any time - maybe even in his own room, now that Break is already trying to move in.

Thankfully every bed in the world is large enough to fit 5 people at once.]

I don't think so... I've already told most of the servants I don't need anyone fussing over me or my room. [because, of course he has,] So I suppose you'll get away with it just fine.

[Reim complains that he's in his pajamas, then enables this? Hm. Break isn't complaining, though. The idea of getting back into an over sized bed where Reim isn't just looming over him is a great one.]

Leaving your room and wearing your clothes... I'll become quite spoiled. Don't stop me. [He loves it.] If we're just going to lay like this... I don't see why it can't be there.

Because I came all the way here with this book? [He says this so seriously!! but whatever, forget the book. Don't forget these snacks, though, bring the snacks? Reim nudges him to get up first.]

I think I can stand to spoil you just for today. ["just for today," he lies] Even though you still haven't actually asked to stay in my room.

[He's going, he's going... Of course he's not going to forget the snacks after all the effort it took him. He doesn't just do things himself like that for anyone? He detaches himself after kissing Reim's cheek, taking up one of those nice stacked snack trays. You know.

It's going to take actual care in carrying it without spilling it, so appreciate his efforts.] You are getting far too much enjoyment out of making me say things. Can I stay in your room, dearest?

[forgive him... he's trying out all of these until one sounds right]

[Yeah he's thrilled about all of this, thanks for noticing. While Break carries the snack tower thing, Reim will helpfully grab the wine so they can continue to drink too much in merciful privacy. It'll be great.

Now, come with him, dweeb.] Hmm... yes, that would be fine. That saves me the trouble of having a guest room prepared.

[True romance: efficiency. Sleep in his bed to save time and effort.]

Oh? Is it just that? Perhaps I'd like a guest room, then.

[Every time he talks about efficiency, Break loses a day off his life... It's no wonder he is was dying. He elbows him as he catches up, but it is a journey without protest otherwise. He has to commit which door it is to memory so he can just come drop off some of his other things... He's already thinking about it. Awful.]

You know, just because I love you, doesn't mean you're the nicest person to have... Remember you can still refrain from saying such terrible things like that, regardless of my low standards.

[Ah, but see, if he says these things about efficiency, he can get Break to say he loves him again... clearly the better choice. Don't jostle the snack tower.]

You don't want "nicest." [Please, imagine if they were sweet to each other all the time? Terrible.] I'd be happy to let you make a mess of my things.

[Ah, he really can't help it. Sorry, darling. Here...] Whatever you need, just ask.

Should I really ask anything of a man so cruel to me?

[Reim is rude! The mess in his office wasn't that bad, so give him a break... He would hit him if he weren't holding the snack tower.]

You can move my clothes for me, tomorrow. That way you can't complain on where they're placed, or something.

[Cruel! As if!! Just today, Break has called him like four names, that's so rude of him. Reim hums as they reach his new master suite or wherever he lives now that Barma is useless; he'll even hold the door instead of letting it crash into blind Break's snack tower. He's so nice.]

And you'll throw them around within the week, but thank you for giving me just a little peace of mind. Come in, come in...

Someone has to liven up the place. This probably looks as boring as it was before anyone moved in... if not, even more boring with your things!

[If Reim is going to be so rude, he'll be rude back... Even if he's not wrong. Break walks ahead of him to find some table to set down the snack tower, then immediately removes his coat and throws it on the end of the bed. His shoes are just kicked off after he sits down to, so either ignoring it, or he's oblivious to the fact he's just proving Reim's point.]

At least it's comfortable.

Oh, of course, all of my things are boring...

[Reim does not put the bottle of wine down, because he needs to drink approximately half of it or more, depending on how much Break is going to drink. It's alcohol time and not even out of glasses? Whatever, just don't spill wine on his expensive bedspread.

He does stop to stoop down and move Break's shoes somewhere that no one will trip on them at 3am, before he putters around looking for a corkscrew. As an old man full of liquor fairly often, of course he has one in his bedroom...]

You know, besides sleeping here, you've already practically lived here. [needy]

[Break already drank this afternoon, so he'll probably leave more than half to Reim... he needs to catch up. He furrows his brows at Reim not immediately joining him, needily, but then just starts snickering over how ridiculous it is that he has these things on hand. What a loser!]

Oh? And what qualifies as living here? I was under the impression I was visiting, just to see you...

[Hey... he's prepared for anything!! Including opening wine bottles so he can chug straight from the bottle. Will he throw this cork at Break? Yes, of course he does.]

Visiting for so long? I suppose if you don't want to stay, I can't make you...

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