Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

After getting that response, Andreas can't not anymore. "What if-- what if you-- if you had promised mom to not say something to anyone else, even Grandpa..."

[Carver Amell]

"I wouldn't do that. But if I had, I wouldn't break confidence -- but I'd be urging her to tell Grandpa herself."

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas nodded slowly as he followed after his uncle. I need to get in contact with Charon. Soon, before anything else happens or is decided.

But how?

[Charon Tethras]

Charon didn't eat dinner last night. That's not entirely weird -- he came home exhausted and stinking of sex, and after a steam bath he was too tired to eat. 

But when he doesn't rise from his bed for breakfast the next morning, now that's weird. And frightening. He's pulled the covers over his head and the pillow for good measure, trying to become as small and unobtrusive as possible. 

[Diligence]

Truth be told, Dil had almost not thought to go back and check on Charon; he'd gotten used to his routine, his new Nyra routine, and going back to the dorm to poke at his friend wasn't a part of it. It had only been an off-hand comment-- a complaint really-- from Joy about hoping that Charon can find a new job soon, one that doesn't leave him reeking, that diverted habit. Foot-claws tapping gently on the floor, Dil squinted at the bundle of blanket and catboy on the bed for a moment. 

"Psst."

"Psst. Kar. Psst, Kar."

[Charon Tethras]

"Goway."

[Diligence]

"Kaaaarrrrrrrrrr."

Poke. Poke. Pokepokepoke.

[Charon Tethras]

He actually hisses at Dil. "Go. Away."

[Diligence]

"You haven't eaten in at least sixteen, likely closer to twenty hours," Dil replied firmly. "This is unacceptable, as per the 'books aren't food, dammit' rule."

[Charon Tethras]

"I'm grieving."

[Diligence]

A pause. Long, slow lizard blinks. "...what? Grieving? Grieving what?"

[Charon Tethras]

"Grieving the loss of my sex life," he mutters under the pillow. "Dil, I can't put some girl through what I went through!"