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Sandalio de Rabiffano ([personal profile] modern_alpha) wrote in [personal profile] formicine 2018-02-18 07:04 am (UTC)

Biffy would have liked to say he'd done it to plan. It would be fiendishly clever, deploying a cat to prevent houseguests from helping, but he was not that particular sort of mastermind. Lyall, perhaps, but not him. No, this was entirely the cat's doing and Biffy made a mental note to give him a few extra treats later.

He was about to take a sip of tea when Blue began apologizing and Biffy shook his head. "Don't presume that my grief makes yours less," he said, setting his cup down and coming around to sit next to her. Biffy knew just how close Blue had been to her boys. They had practically had tethers to one another. What she was going through was nothing short of wretched and he would not let her diminish it.

That, he thought, was one of the things he missed about his time. Plenty of people went overboard with morning (their own illustrious queen among them) but sometimes there was good in wearing markers of grief and letting the world know that one was a little fragile.

"I do it because I must," he said. Even in his own ears, the answer sounded typically English. How could he tell Blue, as well, that he could now remember what it was to stay the same as friends grew old? It put a hard shield around the heart.

"For now, what you do is you drink tea and pet the cat and if you wish to scream or cry or break something, that can be arranged. So long as you wait until I turn up the sound machine in the baby's room before we commence some real destruction."

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