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[Is his point not crystal clear??? Come on, man!]

No! That's backwards! You're going to tell me. [It's a race against time. Can Ginko figure out what the fuck he's talking about before he falls asleep? It's nighttime, he's an old skele, it happens.] If it were me it wouldn't be a problem! But, oh, at least it's better than how you two were with each other before.

[Painfully obvious, and him having to keep his mouth shut for months. Terrible.]

Why are you so... so so so... sneaky?

I can't tell you anything if I don't know what you want me to tell you-- you know what, I'm coming over there.

["How you two were before"... might narrow the issue down? But, frankly, Hector is making so little sense he doesn't want to assume much of anything, and the thought of trying to work it out over the stones is already making him tired. And this is when he's normally awake.

So, he's starting on his way to Hector's house.] I'm not sneaky.

[There's a pause. Something wrong with what Ginko said, only he can't quite put his finger on it... oh, hm.]

You can't come over here, there's a bridge. Remember?

Hector, I have crossed bridges before and I can do it again now. [It's not an insurmountable obstacle, Hector.]

I'm pretty sure you have the right idea and bridges are evil.

[Well, there you have it.] Be careful!

[This is a... pretty bizarre experience, he's not gonna lie.]

Yeah, sure. I'm being careful, as I cross the bridge, right now.

[He is crossing the bridge. He's keeping his eye fixed carefully on the bridge itself and not either side of it, but he's crossing it.]

[Probably not what Ginko expected to be doing tonight. Maybe he needs better friends. Sensible ones who don't need babysitting.]

Too late to stop you?

You called me to ramble drunkenly about things I haven't told you but you won't ask about. Of course it's too late.

[Come on, Hector, what did you expect!!]

Almost there.

I can't ask, you know how you get. You're going to be all embarrassed about it. Which is a little bit funny since it's you, but you... you know. I ought to be nice.

[Ginko's very first crush!! Maybe??]

What do you mean how I get?

[Jeez Hector you can't just SAY that. The next thing he says won't come over the stone, as he steps inside in person.]

You sure seem to think I know a lot here, given that I'm still not even sure what you're talking about.

[He's sprawled out on the floor with a completely empty bottle of Muffet's blackberry wine. Not his fault, it's the first thing he's ate or drank in... months?

It was delicious.]

You and Epsilon!

[Alright, the first thing he notices is the completely empty bottle, and he's just about to ask if Hector actually drank that whole thing himself when he catches up to what he's actually hearing.]

--What?

You two. [Still not obvious enough? Yeesh. He folds his hands over his ribcage and smiles at the ceiling.] I think it's sweet.

[Oh. Okay. OKAY.

He hopes it's dark enough that Hector can't see the warmth he can feel in his face. It's hard to remember how much light most people need to see things like that.

His voice, however, is just as dry as before.] Is that really what this was all about?

[Unfortunately, he never had gotten around to getting much lighting for his home. Just the lights on a string outside, that's it.]

Of course it was!

Don't of course me, how was I supposed to know?

[He's just gonna go sit down next to this bony jackass.] When people start yelling at me in the middle of the night about how sneaky I am, I'm not going to assume it's about my-- my personal relationships.

Sneaky? [Oh. He did say that. He's wincing...] That! That was the wrong word, I apologize. I meant... I don't know what I meant.

I'd make you a nice dinner and you could pretend you're in a restaurant, on a real date, it'd be so nice. Wouldn't it? But you don't talk about things!

[Ginko snorts quietly.] I appreciate it, but I don't know if that's necessary... anyway, it's not like it ever came up. I didn't know this was even something you were so invested in.

It's not about being necessary. It's about doing something normal for once. [As people do!!]

...Why wouldn't I be? Had to watch you two making eyes at each other for months and, hah, I remember what that's like, I did the same thing with Imelda when we were kids. It's awful!

...I don't know how normal it would actually be. For me, anyway; I can't speak for you or Epsilon.

[Eating at a restaurant. Going on a "real" date. Hell, not even being in a relationship to begin with is normal for him.]

But it might be nice.

[He makes a quiet, affronted rumbling sound.] We weren't making eyes at each other.

For me, then! My normal. I like to cook and... and I can't even eat it. I miss eating food.

[He looks sad for roughly half a second, then he's cracking up.] You were! You absolutely were. Probably not as bad as I get, but still! Don't deny it!

Well, if we get a chance, and you want to do that... I wouldn't object, and I doubt Epsilon would either.

[There's no harm in it, and it might be fun. Besides, giving Hector the chance to do something he'll feel good about seems worth it in itself.

Also, though: WOW. Wow!! He can't believe he's being slandered like this.] I don't know where you're getting that! Yeah, we were already friends, but I think you might be reading too much into it in retrospect.

I am not! You think I've never seen people in denial before? I'm an old guy, I've seen a lot of people!

[Mountains... of people...? Excuse him, he's not at his best. Which is pretty lousy anyhow.]

I'm not in denial.

[He's been open about the fact that they're in a relationship, now that it came up, hasn't he?]

You were for a whole year. It were killing me, I thought it'd never end.

[He sits up, snickering, ribs rattling a little.] You had a crush.

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