[Does Shakespeare exist in Shangri-la? Possibly, but even if he does Gojyo is vaguely familiar with the name at best: it's clear enough that he's not familiar with the story (but now invested in it) by the way he utters a quiet "noooo" when Leonardo diCaprio doesn't get Juliet's letter.]
Yeah? I guess it wasn't too bad. [He very much enjoyed it.]
[He finds comfort in lying against Gojyo like this, letting himself relax enough to feel the ache of the not yet fully dispelled Death Toll.
He is capable of ignoring it entirely, but it's more restful when he doesn't have to. He's very good at enduring pain. And doing so is enough to eventually add:]
[Gojyo doesn't move, and keeps his arm around Armand. He can't do anything about the physical effects of the death toll, but he can at least offer this.
By the time Armand finally speaks, Gojyo's almost dozed off.]
[As much as he dislike the Barge, even here there's a certain amount of at least living around people. Back home... well, he doesn't want to think about it. But sometimes it's nice to just be able to say something.]
[The pause suggests Armand is trying to think of some. Sometimes it's easier than others.]
There were people I didn't like living with.
During the breach... he didn't live with anyone. [Armand can distance himself from who he was at sixteen, let alone from a fake life. But it's the background details that can end up hitting harder than expected.]
["You can have a wank whenever you want without worrying if someone will catch you", Gojyo doesn't point out. This doesn't seem like the right time (even if it's true).]
Breaches are weird. Either they're just plain weird, or they're upsetting. I mean, even if logically know that person wasn't actually you.
[It is not a worry that Armand has ever had, though the lack of concern for privacy is likely attached to the lack of having any.]
It wasn't me, and the world wasn't mine...
When I was that age, I lived in with the other apprentices of my master in a painter's workshop. It was a grand house, and space for all living there. That person in the breach... he was alone. [It's a contrast that preys on old nightmares.]
That must've sucked. [In contrast, in the breach Gojyo had a loving parent and a little sister with whom he shared a happy household, and he's doing his best not to have any feelings about that.]
[...] So this is suuuuper embarrassing to admit, but: the me in that world kinda liked you. Gross.
Aw, you had a crush on me, [Gojyo says with a playful jostle of Armand's shoulder.]
Ugh, I never wanna be a teenager again. That age sucked. [His own early childhood was worse in many ways, but in different ways compared to teenagehood.]
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Yeah? I guess it wasn't too bad. [He very much enjoyed it.]
Found a better one later?
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I gained more context for the histories [And remained mostly unmoved.]
But even at the beginning when I understood so little… this made sense.
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Hm.]
I'm picking the movie next time. Got something to show you.
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[He finds comfort in lying against Gojyo like this, letting himself relax enough to feel the ache of the not yet fully dispelled Death Toll.
He is capable of ignoring it entirely, but it's more restful when he doesn't have to. He's very good at enduring pain. And doing so is enough to eventually add:]
I've never lived alone.
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By the time Armand finally speaks, Gojyo's almost dozed off.]
...Mm. Must be hard getting used to.
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[As much as he dislike the Barge, even here there's a certain amount of at least living around people. Back home... well, he doesn't want to think about it. But sometimes it's nice to just be able to say something.]
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[He's not about to ask "Do you prefer it to living with someone else?" when the vibe pretty clearly says Armand doesn't.]
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There were people I didn't like living with.
During the breach... he didn't live with anyone. [Armand can distance himself from who he was at sixteen, let alone from a fake life. But it's the background details that can end up hitting harder than expected.]
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Breaches are weird. Either they're just plain weird, or they're upsetting. I mean, even if logically know that person wasn't actually you.
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It wasn't me, and the world wasn't mine...
When I was that age, I lived in with the other apprentices of my master in a painter's workshop. It was a grand house, and space for all living there. That person in the breach... he was alone. [It's a contrast that preys on old nightmares.]
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[...] So this is suuuuper embarrassing to admit, but: the me in that world kinda liked you. Gross.
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He laughs, remembering that Gojyo.] That you had good taste. Who doesn't like someone with a cape? A true 'catch'.
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He did like you [he adds, deciding it's best to skip over any reason that includes stuff like caring for family], though what an age for such a thing.
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Ugh, I never wanna be a teenager again. That age sucked. [His own early childhood was worse in many ways, but in different ways compared to teenagehood.]
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He tilts his head in agreement.] It is not a good age. Real or fake.
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Anyway, that's skirting against Things He Doesn't Walk To Talk About. Redirecting a bit:]
I've always lived alone. When I did get a roommate it was so hard getting used to it.
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I imagine it would be strange the other way.
Why did you decide to take a roommate?
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[Gojyo: doing such a convincing job of hiding his soft-heartedness as always.]
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I can see how that could happen.
Is it strange to have him… living elsewhere?
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[It's so strange and there are days Gojyo feels painfully alone in his cabin.]
In the end I ended up getting used to actually living with someone instead, that's so stupid.
[What a mistake to actually start assuming that this one person wouldn't leave.]
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[He manages not to laugh at his own joke. He pauses a moment, now suddenly (carefully) tentative.]
...Could I sleep in your cabin? Just until old memories are less present. I do not need to sleep much.
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Um, sure. My cabin ain't this fancy, though.
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[It's not as if he asked with the expectation that it would be like his cabin. Almost the opposite, really.]
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[He thinks he's heard Hakkai mention something like that once.]
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