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[credere]

I -

What's wrong, did something happen?

[magician_king]

Nothing urgent or fixable, just my dumb brain.

[credere]

...do you want to talk about it?

[magician_king]

Yes. Please. Want to come over? I've got a new pet.

[credere]

Oh -

Yes, I'll come. Do you want me to bring anything?

[magician_king]

I think Pope would like some veggies or fruit?

[credere]

Okay.

[He doesn't ask what Pope is. He'll find out. Instead, he goes via the kitchen, having some apples and an orange gathered in the crook of his elbow when he taps on the door.]

[magician_king]

He opens the door for home, in his coziest Terry cloth bathrobe, complete with bulging pocket, which he carefully draws a sleepy little hedgehog out of.

"Pope, this is Credence. Credence, this is Pope."

[credere]

"Oh-"

He steps closer, head tilting, as Pope uncurls just a little on Quentin's palm.

"He's lovely," he murmurs. "You found him at the port?"

[magician_king]

"Jedao brought him back from the port for me. Which is technically stupid as fuck, never get a pet for a significant other without consulting them what kind of responsibility they're willing to take on- but also technically happens right now to be absolutely perfect and the nicest thing I've ever been given as a gift."

So that's kind of confusing.

[credere]

“Oh.” He looks up from the hedgehog to Quentin’s face. “So...what happened, what’s wrong?”

[magician_king]

"You'd better come in. Nothing's really wrong."

He says, stepping back to let him in.

"I'm just. This is all going to sound crazy."

[credere]

Credence shuts the door behind him.

"...not very much sounds crazy to me," he points out softly. Or at least, when it does, it's things like same-sex adoption and Instagram.

[magician_king]

He leads him back and towards the kitchen- Brakebills is gone, his cabin is back to New York. Familiar architecture from both their old homes. The same construction material scattered around the empty rooms, the floor. The same chilly, hollow feeling.

"Tea?"

This seems like a teatime conversation.

[credere]

Credence glances around as he follows, not sure what if anything he should make of the change.

"Yes, please."

It feels safest not to ask.

[magician_king]

He starts the kettle going, and gestures at the kitchen table, for him to take a seat.

"So- entering super-secret friendship don't-tell-a-soul mode?"

[credere]

Credence nods as he sits down.

"Um, I - can't really think of a time I've ever not been in....that mode. But, okay."

[magician_king]

"Good point."

But, curling up on the chair opposite.

"Jedao is doing something I don't understand and it's had some unexpected consequences and he can't talk to me about it, and I'm going crazy."

[credere]

"What kind of - "

No, start from the beginning.

"What's he been doing?"

[magician_king]

"I don't know if I'm okay to say."

This feels like Steve all over again.

"Some semi magic soul searching?"

Is as close as feels fair.

"I can see how it'd mean seismic internal shifts, but he just hasn't come back. To me. Specifically. He's still living with Fives, as far as I know, but maybe he's more dependable?"

[credere]

The anxiety the comes with any discussion of Quentin's unorthodox love life springs to the fore. Credence consciously pushes it back.

"And he - won't tell you why?"

[magician_king]

"I haven't asked. He said he'd get back in touch when he was ready. Which was a couple of days before the port. Then he just left me a hedgehog- which is a good sign, right? I mean they're prickly but it's kind of an inside joke."

Hand scrubbing over his eyes.

"Maybe it's an olive branch? I can't go over there, can I?"

[credere]

"I..."

Credence chews his bottom lip for a moment.

"I guess you could? I mean, if he wants you to go away he can just tell you that, right...?"

[magician_king]

"I don't think so. A request for space is a request for space, and even nudging that boundary can feel like a bomb detonating."

He admits, and gets back up to go pour that heated water.

[credere]

Credence has never in his life asked someone for space and therefore struggles to consider things like that.

"Have you talked to Fives?"