It's a few minutes before Devin replies, while he tries to figure out how to respond. He has a feeling that this is territory he doesn't want to wade into unawares.]
I can do that. He can't be that hard to find.
[What with all the new Dreamfolk living at the Bridge. Thus far, all Devin knows about Fitz is that the Fool loves him, he has a tendency to fly off the handle, and he's pissed the Fool off. That should be plenty to go on.]
I'm not so obtuse as to ask if you're okay, but hopefully things will sort themselves out eventually.
[there's a bit of a pause before the Fool's response arrives--either because it still takes him a while to text, or because he's gathering his thoughts.
his message is succinct when it arrives.]
Thank you, Devin.
[then, a bit later,]
He is infuriatingly short-sighted but his heart is in the right place.
[he'd have laughed at the comment, on a better day. now, he's only too aware of how Fitz's short-sightedness has wounded those who love him best... and yet, how often he has prioritized the well-being of others, in that short-sightedness, without considering how he might be wounded in the process. oh, Fitz.
as for whether insensitivity is truly Devin's default setting,]
Is it? I think not. But I am unyieldingly foolish, yet you put up with me anyway.
[There is faint confusion on the other end of the conversation. Typically, Devin would consider himself being the one to put up with, not the other way around.]
You're definitely unyielding.
[He's been finding it hard to do anything other than put up with everyone who insisted on spending time with him. That is the problem with what he is: even if he wants to leave, this is the safest place, the largest city, the biggest population he can reach that's already equipped to address his 'dietary needs'. It is safest for everyone else that he stays.
But Devin chose to live alone in no small part because he would rather be around people, and he knows he must not allow himself that luxury. Here-- here he has fewer degrees of freedom, and keeps breaking his own rules. It would be delusional to say he's only done so because the Dreaming gave him no other options.]
[the Fool can spot a deflection from a mile away--even via text message, it would appear. Devin's little jab has him laughing quietly to himself, rather than taking offence; by some small margin, his mood has improved through this exchange, and that is no small thing to be grateful for.
there is no additional response for a time. the Fool sits with his yimo open, contemplating saying something, because it feels right to do so, but possibly he's too weary after his conversation with Fitz to form a witty enough retort.]
Well I shall leave your inbox in peace for the rest of the evening, I think. It is late.
[It's a tease, and Devin can't decide if this is a wise sort of banter to engage in. Usually, he threw barbs intended to be genuinely unpleasant. This is... not that.]
[The banter gives the Fool pause, too, though his smile lingers at the corners of his lips as he considers the screen. For a moment he contemplates another response, then decides against it. He sets the device aside for the night, though truthfully, he remains preoccupied by the conversation until he falls asleep.]
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text;
It's a few minutes before Devin replies, while he tries to figure out how to respond. He has a feeling that this is territory he doesn't want to wade into unawares.]
I can do that. He can't be that hard to find.
[What with all the new Dreamfolk living at the Bridge. Thus far, all Devin knows about Fitz is that the Fool loves him, he has a tendency to fly off the handle, and he's pissed the Fool off. That should be plenty to go on.]
I'm not so obtuse as to ask if you're okay, but hopefully things will sort themselves out eventually.
text;
his message is succinct when it arrives.]
Thank you, Devin.
[then, a bit later,]
He is infuriatingly short-sighted but his heart is in the right place.
text;
[Wait, that probably isn't helpful. A second message quickly follows the first.]
...Sorry, that was insensitive.
[A third message, in which he might be trying to cheer the Fool up with dry humor:]
It's my default setting.
text;
[he'd have laughed at the comment, on a better day. now, he's only too aware of how Fitz's short-sightedness has wounded those who love him best... and yet, how often he has prioritized the well-being of others, in that short-sightedness, without considering how he might be wounded in the process. oh, Fitz.
as for whether insensitivity is truly Devin's default setting,]
Is it? I think not. But I am unyieldingly foolish, yet you put up with me anyway.
text; cue introspection
You're definitely unyielding.
[He's been finding it hard to do anything other than put up with everyone who insisted on spending time with him. That is the problem with what he is: even if he wants to leave, this is the safest place, the largest city, the biggest population he can reach that's already equipped to address his 'dietary needs'. It is safest for everyone else that he stays.
But Devin chose to live alone in no small part because he would rather be around people, and he knows he must not allow himself that luxury. Here-- here he has fewer degrees of freedom, and keeps breaking his own rules. It would be delusional to say he's only done so because the Dreaming gave him no other options.]
And you're less annoying than a lot of people.
text;
[the Fool can spot a deflection from a mile away--even via text message, it would appear. Devin's little jab has him laughing quietly to himself, rather than taking offence; by some small margin, his mood has improved through this exchange, and that is no small thing to be grateful for.
there is no additional response for a time. the Fool sits with his yimo open, contemplating saying something, because it feels right to do so, but possibly he's too weary after his conversation with Fitz to form a witty enough retort.]
Well I shall leave your inbox in peace for the rest of the evening, I think. It is late.
text;
[It's a tease, and Devin can't decide if this is a wise sort of banter to engage in. Usually, he threw barbs intended to be genuinely unpleasant. This is... not that.]
Good night, Fool.
text;
[The banter gives the Fool pause, too, though his smile lingers at the corners of his lips as he considers the screen. For a moment he contemplates another response, then decides against it. He sets the device aside for the night, though truthfully, he remains preoccupied by the conversation until he falls asleep.]