Private message to Auri

[alt_antonin]

Lest you worry about Mr Moon and his precipitous departure, he is well enough; he simply realised something he urgently needed to tell me. He apologises again for needing to remove himself from his time with you.

As to the rest: little star, I will not pry into your doings, as far be it from me to emulate that woman in any way, but I am worried about you. How can I help?

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[alt_sinistra]

I don't want to talk about it. I have to go teach soon. But I suppose I'd better say some of it enough of it.

Last night, when she called me in - Acton and Carpenter and Hooch were all there. And she spent half an hour, like she does, tearing everything clean and pure and sensible into mud and scraps and ugliness.

You don't need to tell me she's wrong. That she's petty or hateful or nasty. (And worse, to do it with an audience.) I know she is.

But - last night made me think about a whole set of things.

And that's the problem.

[alt_antonin]

Oh, dear heart.

I will not prompt you to talk about it, but if quiet company would help, let me know if you would like me to come up and sit with you through your classes -- I would offer to spend time with you after, but I know Wednesday night is your night of little sleep.

You are worth more than all four of them, combined.

[alt_sinistra]

Thank you, no. I know Thursdays are your bad day too. No reason both of us should go short of sleep.

What I want and can't have is Raz

There are stars. I'll manage.

Maybe company will help more tomorrow. Or Friday. I don't know.