Has it occurred to you that I might only want company?
[Beep boop pulling up the map to his place now. Don't ask what his passcode is, but at least he knows it.
There's not a trace of annoyance in his voice now, but a touch of amusement. Moran might be about to drop, if Albert isn't careful. It may be sad of him to want company right now, trusted company, arguably good company, but that's what Moran is. A comfort. A reminder of something distant and beloved. He's actually glad Moran is here.]
[ His arm shoots out to point to the sky -- index finger pointing to some distant star -- before it flops back down to his side. ]
You're really here, then. [ He props his elbow onto Albert's shoulder and drops his head onto his arm. Looking at him, he seems to appraise him a little in his unclear gaze. ] It's really nice to see a familiar face... and someone who knows who I am.
[ Moran's shared a bit of who he is. It's just in pieces and nothing that would mean much to anyone; at least, that's how he views it. Straightening his posture, he lightly pats Albert's back. ]
[Must their little back and forths be so utterly nonsensical? Why do they get along best when a few drinks have greased things? Albert wonders this as Moran leans on him, nearly stumbling.]
I'd be rather lost in very particular ways if you weren't here, so I'm glad you are. I may lean on your experiences from here and home.
[He smiles, genuine and calm, and carries on walking. Maybe those drinks were a bit stout.]
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[Beep boop pulling up the map to his place now. Don't ask what his passcode is, but at least he knows it.
There's not a trace of annoyance in his voice now, but a touch of amusement. Moran might be about to drop, if Albert isn't careful. It may be sad of him to want company right now, trusted company, arguably good company, but that's what Moran is. A comfort. A reminder of something distant and beloved. He's actually glad Moran is here.]
You assume so much, especially when you're drunk.
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[ His arm shoots out to point to the sky -- index finger pointing to some distant star -- before it flops back down to his side. ]
You're really here, then. [ He props his elbow onto Albert's shoulder and drops his head onto his arm. Looking at him, he seems to appraise him a little in his unclear gaze. ] It's really nice to see a familiar face... and someone who knows who I am.
[ Moran's shared a bit of who he is. It's just in pieces and nothing that would mean much to anyone; at least, that's how he views it. Straightening his posture, he lightly pats Albert's back. ]
Let's go, let's go...
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I'd be rather lost in very particular ways if you weren't here, so I'm glad you are. I may lean on your experiences from here and home.
[He smiles, genuine and calm, and carries on walking. Maybe those drinks were a bit stout.]
Do always be yourself with me, Colonel.