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[exeggutorhead]

"Hey, this is Envy. I'm busy or not around, so say whatever you want here and I might get back to you about it."

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[foolishwren]

I'm surprised it wasn't fifty.

<sub>[Still with a low laugh in her throat, she knocks her head against his slightly and lets her eyes slip shut for a moment.]

[She'd already been teetering on whether or not to tell Envy the rest (to tell him what she'd told Lust)... but her resolve is obliterated by the relief.]

[It was so hard to talk about Stanley and BOB to begin with and she doesn't want to taint what she's feeling right now by wading out into even deeper, darker waters.]

[No, that... that can wait until some other day.]</sub>

[exeggutorhead]

Hey, hey, let me be generous.

[He presses his own forehead back up against hers, content for the moment to just sit here with her, holding each other and breathing.]

[At some point, it would be good for him to learn what happened.]

[But no, not right now.]

Let's stay out here a little longer.

[He doesn't...really want to move away. At least not for a few more minutes.]

[foolishwren]

I'd like that.

I don't... feel like talking about the rest.

<sub>[And she wouldn't even bring that much up, except that it feels important to let Envy know that there is a "the rest".]

[But she squeezes him closer, letting her face press into his hoodie. For the past few weeks, his characteristic lingering scent of fruity shampoos had just made her feel guilty. It's nice to be comforted by it again.]</sub>

Just sitting would be... great.