Feyn: | How is he? |
Seph: | I thought you'd gone home. |
Feyn: | . . . I can't go home. He knows that. |
Seph: | *skeptical* Really? |
Feyn: | How is he? |
Seph: | Draven says he cried himself to sleep. |
Feyn: | . . . |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | *sigh* |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | So I lost my temper. |
Seph: | Apparently. |
Feyn: | Look, if he can be a brat, why can't I?! |
Seph: | You're older than him. |
Feyn: | So? |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | Don't ever tell me that I should behave because I'm 'older'. |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | That is no excuse to give him the right to think he can push me around. |
Seph: | I don't think he pushed you around. You pushed him into fighting you. |
Feyn: | *shrugs* He always brings out the worse in me. |
Seph: | *snorts* |
Feyn: | I'm going to look in on him. |
Seph: | No. |
Feyn: | I need to make up with him. We never let a night go by without settling things. |
Seph: | You make it sound like you have this type of argument all the time. |
Feyn: | We do. Though usually, it's harder on me with him and the demon teaming up against me. |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | As long as ____ doesn't know, it's fine. |
Seph: | He doesn't know? |
Feyn: | Well, he knows we fight. *shrugs* Just not the extent we poke at each other. |
Seph: | . . . |
Feyn: | I'm going to go see him now. |
Seph: | Evien and Luthien are with him. |
Feyn: | Of course. *pause* I'm glad. |
Seph: | Yeah. |
Feyn: | *smiles slightly* If it makes you feel any better. We only ever quarrel at home. |
Seph: | Yeah? |
Feyn: | Home, Seph. |
Seph: | *eyes widen* Oh. |
Feyn: | Night. *winks* |
Seph: | *smiles* Night. |
