Position: Temporary substitute. Story of his life.

[opfern]

You really don't need to try and sugarcoat this.
I'm more than aware that-

[ How does he go about phrasing this with tact? ]

I'm not who you'd be choosing to write for, in the most opportune situation.
Though, not for the reasons most would guess.

[ A light shrug. Barely forced, at that. ]

Of course I don't hold it against you; and as always, I'm content enough to offer up my company.

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[anotherallnighter]

What reasons would people guess?

[opfern]

Ah. Well-

To start, some might assume that he doesn't have much interest when it comes to me. 'My story', as it were.

[ It's rather difficult to elaborate without making the entire scenario seem like Alfons is patting himself on the back, so he'll defer to being concise instead. ]

That's not true.

[anotherallnighter]

I don't think anyone drags us out and bothers making journals and finding icons for someone they don't care enough about to actually make use of.

Why not let both of you out?

[engineeringotaku]

My mun hasn't paid much attention to me either...

[opfern]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[ Alfons' expression is genuine, if not tinged with concern around the edges. He can imagine this situation is far from being merely 'regretful' for some; especially those with people whom they need, or those that need them. Friends. Family. Lovers. He doesn't have that, exactly. Not anymore. So, whatever pain he feels, it surely must be worse for those who need to be active, and rekindle bonds with those they love. ]

I hope that it's a fleeting problem for you, and things will change for the better. It's happened before, to others.