The Worst Sleepover Ever

[sailorgenerous]

Who: What's left of Defying Atmosphere plus Sans
What: It's not easy to sleep after what's happened, is it.
When: The night of February 3rd
Where: Virgo Penthouse
Warnings: Talk of torture, brainwashing, the aftereffects of the above...you know, all that fun stuff.

It's been anything but a quiet day. Still, it's evening, and hopefully that means that everyone can finally get some rest.

Except, for one reason or another, nobody seems to be able to sleep.

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[exhumerus]

Sans shrugs. Whether or not he's actually helping is a subjective thing, and largely out of his hands.

"A guy does what he can," he says, casually. "Greg and I go way back."

He wonders how much Meril has heard about him, if anything. He feels like they are both largely at a disadvantage, converging around Greg the same way he and Rarity had.

[nibelungvalesti]

Meril bowed her head. "Then I owe you a great deal of thanks for that. Greg has been so miserable... I am very, very glad to know he has people he can turn to." Besides herself, of course. That was a different matter.

[exhumerus]

Ah, and it's this stuff again. He doesn't sigh because Sans isn't big on emoting, but the sentiment is there. He brushes it off.

"Eh," he winks. "No big deal. Sometimes you just gotta do what you can with what's given to you."

For some reason that phrasing sounds distinctively familiar.

"How about you? You making it through alright?"

If anything, there's a lot more reason to be fussing over Meril than Greg. Sans just doesn't know anything about how she deals with these things.

[nibelungvalesti]

Poorly thus far, and yet... "I am more worried about Greg, so. When he is happier, I am happier." Which was very much true.

[exhumerus]

Ah.

Somehow that feels like something he can associate with deeply - but he has no idea why? He's only really been all that helpful towards Greg recently. For most of the years before that, he had never concerned himself that deeply with anyone else, and no one else's happiness made life seem any more worthwhile.

Yet, for some reason it feels like it should. Like seeing someone happy should make everything worth it. It confounds him, long enough that it causes him to hesitate.

"...I guess that makes sense," he says, a moment later. "Greg really takes these things to heart...pretty much no matter who it's affecting. Let alone someone like you."

[nibelungvalesti]

"You have described him very well." Which was why Meril worried about him more than about herself. As horrific as her feelings lately had been, she could do nothing about them. What she could do is try to help someone she cared about. "I feel like if he could only smile again, things would be all right. So everything that helps him helps me as well."

[exhumerus]

He shifts his position so that he's sitting up a bit more - it doesn't seem right to be having such a serious conversation from such a reclined position. What can you really say about it, though?

"That probably would have already gained some traction if it had just been you. Just kind of coming from all directions, lately." He's quiet for a moment. "...He ever told you about his family issues?"

[nibelungvalesti]

"I... have heard a little." In fact, she wasn't sure she ought to be discussing what Greg had told her. The idea that he, somehow, had a child... Well, she believed him, even as she did not understand it, but she also knew it was not her secret to share.

[exhumerus]

It's kind of the world's worst kept secret, but Sans is happy to not get into the specifics. He's never sure what counts of sensitive information, either. This is just something she most likely should know.

"Well...turns out Virgo wasn't the only one to have people get on its bad side in a powerful way. He's got connections in Pride that took the brunt of it, too."

A very specific connection, if she catches that meaning.

[nibelungvalesti]

"I see." And so she did. Poor Greg; no wonder he had been so upset lately. And he bore his pain alone, not wishing to burden her with it... "Then if I can help in any way, I will."

[exhumerus]

"I don't doubt it." He settles back, looking contemplative. "We're still kind of working on where to go from here, though. Only so much you can do, with all these walls in between."

[nibelungvalesti]

"Mmm." More than literal walls, to be sure. "And many barriers besides. A poor situation at best. And I am too close to it to be of aid besides, I think... at least beyond moral support."

[exhumerus]

Sans falls quiet for a few moments, wondering too close to what, exactly? There's the obvious thing, which he finally decides to ask about.

"...Still hurtin', huh?"

[nibelungvalesti]

"Much of our pain recently has been shared pain. I cannot help shoulder the burden of weight I already carry myself." But at the same time, that shared pain had helped bring them together... perhaps it had an upside. She would, at least, still try to be his upside.