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[ourheartsarecompatible]

1. I swear...this day is one great big who's who in the land of fucked uppedness.

2. Just called to hear your voice and talk about pizza.

3. I just want to see you and express my feelings in a drunken manner, but in a sweet way like my english accent.

4. Things could not have gone more poorly if I had stripped naked and run through the Sahara with sirloins tied to my thighs.

5.I don't know if I'm dying or this is just a mild inconvenience

6.. Please just text him...

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[junkyardgod]

[Lucy. The way Simon speaks of her, Markus assumes she must be some sort of technical maintenance android. What a relief that they have one here... although...

Now that he's upright again and glancing around, he can see a huge number of people here who look to be in terrible repair. Some are so minutely still that they might be lifeless husks, and Markus dreads the idea of checking their LEDs after his experience in the junkyard. Too many grasping hands and arms, too many lives on the verge of winking out and yet left to suffer every last second instead of being shown even that mercy.

What is the world, really? What strange, peaceful world has he been living in, and what has he found in its place now that it's gone? All he understands now is Simon, and Simon's trying to make his exit.]

Please. [Markus uses the last of his energy to grip Simon's forearms.] Please - stay with me. A bit longer.

[ourheartsarecompatible]

[Simon realizes that sometimes, to help the others cope, they need their space. He's there when he's needed, he backs away when he's not, perfectly utilitarian in his approach to caregiving.

When Markus sags Simon steps forward once more to offer his support with an arm going around the other's back to keep him upright and guide him into the little alcove where the softly singing android rests with what few supplies they have left to go around. The two of them exchange a look, and Simon quietly easts Markus down to sit before simply standing at his side to give the two of them space to talk, and for Markus to be treated.]