Dwyer & Xander C-A support

C-support
Xander: [frown, sweat] …One more cup should do it.
Xander: [eyes closed, frown, sweat] … *yawn*
Dwyer: [angry] Aha! Caught you in the-
Dwyer: [surprised] Oh! Sorry, Lord Xander, I was expecting someone else.
Xander: [frown, sweat] Indeed.
Dwyer: Wait, you’re the one who’s been using my Nestrian coffee beans?
Xander: [injured] I wasn’t aware they were yours alone.
Dwyer: [smile] I doubt I could convince the quartermaster to import these.
Dwyer: Even putting the cost aside, they’re far too strong for most people’s taste.
Xander: [surprised] Fascinating. I find them perfect.
Dwyer: Then head back to your study and I’ll brew you a cup.
Xander: I’m quite capable of doing that myself.
Dwyer: [sweat] Er… no offence, Lord Xander, but I’ve seen the dregs you’ve left.
Dwyer: I think it’s better I brew it. For your sake and for the beans.
Xander: [sweat, frown] I see. I’d best leave you to it, then.
[Xander leaves]
Dwyer: [worried] …Is he going to have me executed?
[scene transition]
Dwyer: Coffee delivery, milord.
Xander: [smile, sweat] Just in time. That smells heavenly.
Dwyer: [surprised] Er, how many cups have you had tonight already?
Xander: …Three, judging by the dirty crockery.
Dwyer: [smile] I hope you’re not planning on sleeping in the next few days.
Xander: [smile] Perish the thought.
Xander: [smile, eyes closed] Mm, delicious. This puts my paltry efforts to shame.
Dwyer: Well, it IS my job.
Dwyer: Let me know next time you plan an all-nighter. I’ll ensure you don’t defile my beans.
Xander: Gladly.

B-support
Dwyer: …Alright, Lord Xander, here’s cup number three.
Dwyer: (Gods, is there MORE paperwork than earlier tonight?)
Xander: [frown, sweat] Thank you, Dwyer.
Dwyer: [frown, sweat] (I probably have some kind of responsibility to say… something.)
Dwyer: Er- milord, you’re really not supposed to drink quite so much of this.
Dwyer: And certainly not every night for a week.
Xander: It doesn’t seem to be interfering with my performance on the battlefield.
Dwyer: It may make settled sleeping difficult.
Xander: [frown, closed eyes] That’s not a pressing concern.
Dwyer: (It will be when you fall asleep on your horse.)
Xander: [eyes open, frown] What was that?
Dwyer: Nothing, just-
[dishes breaking SFX]
Dwyer: Whoops.
Xander: [sweat, frown] ‘Whoops’?
Dwyer: [smile] Guess you’ll need to go take a walk and get some fresh air while I clean these bits of plate up.
Dwyer: Sorry to interrupt, milord. Must be the lack of sleep making me clumsy.
Xander: [frown, sweat, closed eyes] I suppose a few minutes’ break wouldn’t hurt.
Xander: Do try not to ‘accidentally’ drop any more dishes. At least not near the papers.
Dwyer: [smile] I’ll have a replacement cup ready for you when you return.
[scene transition]
Dwyer: [smile] I was beginning to think you’d just gone to bed.
Xander: [sweat] Hardly. There’s far too much to be done yet.
Xander: I merely took some time to inspect the armory.
Dwyer: [sweat, frown] (Of course you did.)
Dwyer: [smile] Well, here’s your coffee. Best drink up before it gets cold.
Xander: [smile, sweat] Indeed.
Xander: [eyes closed] …
Xander: [eyes open] It’s sweeter than usual.
Dwyer: The blend came out a bit bitter, so I tried to counterbalance with sugar. Is it too much?
Xander: No, it’s good. It’s rather…
Xander: [injured, sweat] …
[KO SFX]
Dwyer: [surprised] Crivens! I didn’t think it’d work that quickly!

A-support
Xander: [frown] You know, poisoning the crown prince is more commonly known as treason.
Dwyer: It wasn’t poison, it was a mild sleeping draught.
Xander: Which is why we’re having this discussion here and not in the cells.
Xander: That and your father and Avatar both vouching that such actions are completely out of character for you.
Dwyer: [sweat, frown] I’ll admit drugging your coffee wasn’t my most lucid decision. I was addled by tiredness at the time.
Dwyer: But I could see no other way to force you to rest like you so clearly needed to.
Xander: So you bypassed my will altogether.
Xander: [eyes closed, frown, sweat] I don’t stay up ‘til the crack of dawn by choice. There’s simply not enough time to do everything that needs to be done.
Xander: Drinking tainted coffee and sleeping for two days is unacceptable.
Dwyer: [neutral, sweat] About that. I couldn’t help but catch glimpses of the work you’re always doing, milord. Isn’t land administration more the kind of thing a seneschal would do?
Dwyer: And requisitions, supply routes, enlistment records – isn’t that a staff officer’s role?
Xander: [frown, sweat] Ideally, but matters have become fraught due to the war.
Xander: Opportunism and infighting is rife among the minor nobility at the best of times, and we’re low on able and unbiased administrators.
Dwyer: [sweat] I don’t understand people like you.
Xander: Like me?
Dwyer: Workaholics. My father’s the same.
Dwyer: All these things need doing, but instead of splitting them between capable people…
Dwyer: You do it all yourself, working half to death in the process.
Dwyer: At least in his case it’s because he’s such a control freak.
Dwyer: You have four adult siblings, milord. Surely at least one of them is literate.
Xander: [frown, sweat] Fine, fine, you’ve made your point.
Dwyer: [smile] So my head’s safe from the chopping block?
Xander: Provided my coffee is safe from sleeping draughts.
Dwyer: You know, if you drink too much of it, its effects will start to lessen.
Xander: [frown, sweat] …What?