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[firstworldproblem]

[It just goes directly to the beep.]

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[weenwoon]

Well, with the pause you took there it does seem as though you have some manner of apprehension.

[firstworldproblem]

Not for you and Luther or even Five's involvement, but my own.

I do desire to be excepted by all of his siblings for my own personal reasons. You are going to continue to embarrass me, aren't you? With the memories you share.

[He is 100% jesting at the last part in fake annoyance.]

[weenwoon]

Oh, certainly! You can be sure of that. But worry not, Luther is not the kind of man to use it against you.

[firstworldproblem]

You'll both be up to mischief in not time. Of that I do not doubt you will rub off on him.

[But he reaches over and pats his head.]

But I am glad you are surrounding yourself with those you love. It truly suits you.

[weenwoon]

[He inclines his head into the patting, smiling.]

Do you include yourself in that number?

[firstworldproblem]

[Now he leans to kiss his forehead.]

I will always love you, Hythlodeaus. There is simply no other choice available.

[weenwoon]

My concern was more that you would not let me love you.

[firstworldproblem]

I supposed now that I have cried and wailed upon your shoulder holding you like a lifeline, I can hardly take that back.

[weenwoon]

[He laughs, leaning down to press their foreheads together.]

I do wish it didn't have to be in such drastic circumstances, but yes. You are stuck with me now.

[firstworldproblem]

[In response, he wraps his arms around his neck and pulls him close.]

[weenwoon]

[CUTE... He hugs him in return, closing his eyes, letting himself simply focus on the physical sensations of them both being alive.]

... I'm here, Hades.

[firstworldproblem]

[He tightens his hold by a fraction.]

And you'd best stay.

[weenwoon]

[Haha what are you, gay.]

...I don't plan on leaving.

[firstworldproblem]

[Mostly it is the depression.]

Good.

[He pulls back and kisses his temple.]

As luxurious as this room is, would you like a change of scenery?

[weenwoon]

[To be fair, being depressed IS pretty gay.]

To where?

[firstworldproblem]

It depends if you would like indoors or outdoors.

[weenwoon]

[Hmmm...]

Outdoors, perhaps?

[firstworldproblem]

The beach is the obvious choice, though I would consider the Planetarium at least somewhat outdoors.

[weenwoon]

I think I've yet to see the Planetarium.

[firstworldproblem]

[He bows and offers his hand.]

[weenwoon]

How gentlemanly!

[Takes it!]

[firstworldproblem]

[Then he leads him into here:

The planetarium bar is set in space. No, really space. When you walk out of the door it's onto a solid, but see-through, circular platform. Above, below, and all around you are stars, planets, distant, wheeling galaxies, gas clouds, solar systems, moons, and other such space objects. And they all seem to be quite real. Some are closer, most impossibly far, and there are no nearby suns so the lighting of the place is always dark as night, affording a beautiful star-filled view at any time of day.

Fortunately an invisible unbreakable bubble or force-field surrounds the whole area, so even when you get to the edge of the platform you can't fall off, and there is no trouble with oxygen.

Once a day, from 9pm to 1am, a greenish series of streaming lights dotted with innumerable bright, vibrant colors, like a strange kind of galactic event, winds its way around a nearby planet, entrancing while visible. To those who know what such things are, it is definitely the lifestream of that planet.

The platform itself has minimal amenities, it boasts the door you came in from, a dark countered bar with glass shelves for liquor behind it, and dark upholstered, comfortable U-shaped couches at infrequent intervals, all of them plush, cozy, enough to fit several people comfortably, with a table at each. However, most of the platform is bare, just space for viewing.]

[weenwoon]

[He stops dead when they enter. He still doesn't know why, but... there's something about the sight of the starry sky that's so incredibly bittersweet, comfort and homesickness all in one. And being surrounded by it entirely...

He takes a few steps forward, entranced yet lost, studying the distant stars, searching for... what? Even Levity himself has no idea.

It might take him a bit to remember he's not alone.]