* Crys is sitting in his den, looking through his notebooks and tossing them aside, frowning and almost growling to himself. He pauses to take out a bottle of tequila, takes the top off and grabs a swig from it.
<Keelia> 6It's not like his sour mood was hard to miss, and trying to give him a bit space hadn't panned out so now it was just time to be a pain in the ass, which she just so happens to be great at. Stepping in and moving over to loop her arms about his neck as she leaned on him from behind, leaning in to lay her head against his shoulder with a smile as a hand reached out to push the bottle away. 14You
<Keelia> 14are almost cute when you growl.. but whatever has you worked up, I think maybe it's time to set it aside for a bit.
* Crys looks at her, glaring a bit and pulls the bottle back to take a second, defiant drink of it. "And if I don't want to? What if I want to be pissed off? What if I want to go punch the wall and break things?"
<Keelia> 6His defiant second drink like some pissed off kid damn near made her laugh, but she totally managed to compose herself and not even crack a smile over it. Circling around to plant herself on his lap, both brows arching as she leaned against him and gave a bit of a shrug. 14What if I want to drag you to bed and give Tanith a reason to stop poking me asking if I am pregnant? 6Smiling she tipped
<Keelia> 6her head back against him as she made herself comfortable and gave him a cheesy grin, clearly trying to lighten the mood and tease him. 14Do you want me to get you something to break? Will that make you feel better?
* Crys looks at her in his lap, thinking how to answer any of that. He closes his eyes and his face just crumbles into sorrow that he's been holding in, he lets out a cry and pulls her close to him, burying his head in her chest as his back hitches and he starts to cry.
<Keelia> 6There was no freak out from her, no shock, surprise, screams, gasps... none of it. She just wrapped her arms around him as she held onto him a bit tighter, fingers caressing against his back and the others slipping up the back of his neck and dancing across in a soothing motion as she dipped her head in to kiss his cheek lightly. She wasn't going to rush him, ask what was wrong, freak out, or
<Keelia> 6even say a word. She understood, perhaps more than most, that sometimes you just needed to cry and you really just wanted nothing more than silence and to collect your thoughts. Believe it or not she can be silent, and in that moment she was. Silent and patient as she just held him.
* Crys crys into her shirt; he's not a dainty person, rather fully given over to it, snot faced and all, but he clings to her nonetheless. Minutes pass with just the sound of his sobbing before he finally can say anything. "Why? Why Kee?"
<Keelia> 6Of course that question could mean a lot of things, but she could assume pretty well with what he was asking. The answer came forth as easy as if she were taking a drink of water or a breath of air. 14It's easy. 6Not easy as in it takes no effort. Easy as in it just felt right, it felt, there was no fight the pieces just fit. 14It's comfrtable. It's safe. You are an amazing person. You make
<Keelia> 14me smile, you make me laugh. 6Shrugging her shoulders, those fingers continued to lightly caress against the back of his neck as she looked down at him, smiling as she reached up with her free hand to wipe tears away. 14Because I love you. Because I was meant to make you smile and happy. Because you need me... and I need you.
* Crys looks up at her and shakes his head. "No...No, I mean...Why won't he die?" He starts to cry again, pulling her back to cling to her. "I never wanted it to be like this."
<Keelia> 14Why won't who die? 6Well now she is just highly confused. Head tipping to the side as a brow arched and she furrowed her brows a bit. She wasn't going anywhere, letting him cling as much as he possibly wanted to. Though she held onto him as he started to cry more, still trying to soothe him as best that she could.
<Crys> "Him!" Like that said it all.  He shudders.  "Gaia's a bitch, and she won't let him die."  He looks up at her like he's afraid she'll run away from him.  "All he can see is the Rot of the world, hear it screaming with pain and insanity.  And he just keeps...smiling.  Why won't he die?"
<Keelia> 6There was a sudden look of curious questioning as she reached out to caress Crys cheek and cup his chin lightly to pull his gaze to meet her own. Those pale green eyes stairing at him as a brow arched. 14Mal? Do you mean Mal?
* Crys looks down, hanging his head in shame. He nods slowly.
<Keelia> 14Oh honey... 6Both hands captured his cheeks now to get him to look at her, the compassion and understanding that was there might just shock him. She was far from running away, she leaned into him and held onto him a bit tighter. 14Because he is still needed. Because whatever plan there is for him, it is not done. If I have learned nothing, I have learned this... we are here to complete the
<Keelia> 14task which we are given, even if we do not know what that task is. Until that task is completed in its entirety, we are not done. Mal smiles, because no matter the pain and suffering, he still has people he loves here to help him get through it, anything. People like you.
* Crys growls and hits the table. "No one should have to suffer like he is, Kee. He gets older every day, and more is demanded of him. It just makes me sick. He's just like a wounded puppy that doesn't know any better. I just want to walk up to him and put a bullet in his skull."
<Keelia> 14Maybe in time you will. 6The look on her features was very serious, she clearly means it. 14Maybe that is the price to pay, for all that he has helped you, you will be the final kindness for him. 6Reaching out she reached out to wipe the tears away from his face as she let out a small sigh and leaned in kissing his cheeks. 14Talk to him. See what he wants. Few know him better than you and
<Keelia> 14Dark Dreams.
<Crys> That thought...that he might have to be the one to do that final mercy breaks him.  He pushes her off his lap and moves quickly across the room to his waste basket, dropping donw over to empty the day's food and drink into it.
<Keelia> 6Rocking to her feet quickly as he pushes her off, she watched him go and sighed a bit. Frowning slightly as she stood there for a moment. She felt for him, she felt for Mal, but she knew Crys feelings weren't totally unfounded. Moving over slowly she reached out to slide her hand along his back and one through his hair, simply doing her best to let him know that he wasn't alone and she's not
<Keelia> 6just running off and leaving him, nor does she think he's a monster for his way of thinking.