Andi Makes Bad Decisions: The Post (Canon is El Shaddai)

[archditz]

[The man in the expensive suit stifles a laugh, to the point where it almost comes out a snort.]

I would hardly call this a "bad decision". However, you would probably assume I'm biased. As you should.

[That was a joke, get it? Maybe not, but at least he has enough decency to not laugh at his own jokes.]

You're probably not serious about it anyway. I was under the assumption that you liked me. Am I wrong?

[That was a rhetorical question, as he is never wrong, you see.]

I suppose it's more to do with a lack of trust? I can see how that could happen. Rest assured that the more humans speak of the Lord as if they know everything about Him, the less likely they are to know anything about Him.

The same can be said for a number of other subjects, actually. But it is especially true in this case.

I should thank you for at least opening up to me.

[Pause...]

Thank you.

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[warriorscribe]

Not "only".

*It takes several deep breaths before he calms down a bit.*

...Thank you.

[archditz]

There is no need to thank me. However, if you ever start to feel like this again, feel free to speak with any of us about it. Know that we will always help you, should you ask.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch nods.* It...only seems so bleak right now. It has for a long time.

[archditz]

Mmn. I can only imagine. [This is the truest thing that he has ever said (so far).]

It will not last forever, Enoch, even if it already seems like forever to you. [But enough of this depressing bleary bleak talk full of bleakness and bleak.]

Now then. [He lets out a relaxed sigh and lets go of Enoch's hand.]

Have you calmed yourself?

[warriorscribe]

*Well, he's not on the verge of a breakdown anymore, so he nods. He still looks sullen, but that's to be expected. Very few humans can recover from something like that immediately.*

[archditz]

Good. [He lets Enoch calm himself further before speaking again.]

I...do not like seeing you like this. [There's a pause until it looks like something clicks for him and maaaaaybe he should elaborate.]

Ah, that is not to say that you should suddenly stop on my account. That would be quite difficult. [It looks like Michael is just trying to tell Enoch about his ~Feelings~ and is doing a clumsy job of it.]

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch can't help but let out a weak little chuckle, a smile tugging uneasily at the corner of his mouth.*

I understand. I'm...glad you're concerned for me.