There's always something to do. Planning, building. Working. Undertaker doesn't sleep, and you know how Yuca is, so sometimes I go bother them. But if Xerxes is home, like I said, I'll watch his dreams. It's something he came up with--I think me pacing kept him up. Or he thought I was just playing when I said I didn't need the rest, who knows.
Mm. Manipulating dreams is easy. [He shrugs.] There are plenty here who would do it for you.
[Lucifer might. He likes dreams, he has just enough spare time to make it worth his while. But he doesn't offer outright, because it doesn't take a paranoid mind to see how letting Satan poke at your subconscious would be bad.
Even if he doesn't need permission to do it, there's a difference between someone breaking in, and leaving the door open with a map to all the valuables.]
Well, I won't criticize. I wouldn't tell those assholes I was in pain if my head was on fire.
[He winks, because that's not what Al meant, and he knows it. But he also understands what it is to not want to disclose the truth, when the truth is that you're not healing fast enough for them.]
So you're telling me, because you know it won't drag me down.
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[He rubs at his eyes. He's so tired but he can't sleep.]
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[As casually as he says that, he does mean it. Surprisingly. Possibly it's a sign to start worrying.]
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Well, I don't need to. Every now and then I'll put down the book and watch a dream. Why?
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[Softly.]
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[He leans on Marge, and plays with her ear.]
There's always something to do. Planning, building. Working. Undertaker doesn't sleep, and you know how Yuca is, so sometimes I go bother them. But if Xerxes is home, like I said, I'll watch his dreams. It's something he came up with--I think me pacing kept him up. Or he thought I was just playing when I said I didn't need the rest, who knows.
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... I used to sit at night, back when I didn't have a body that could sleep -- and I would stare at the wall. Awake, alone in my own head.
Now, it's like the same thing but with hallucinations.
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When is the last time you slept?
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[He makes a vague, finger-wiggling gesture just off to the side, like a spider in the peripheral.]
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Why can't you sleep?
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...Or something to put you so far under you don't dream.
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[Just ignoring the prostitute comment.]
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[Lucifer might. He likes dreams, he has just enough spare time to make it worth his while. But he doesn't offer outright, because it doesn't take a paranoid mind to see how letting Satan poke at your subconscious would be bad.
Even if he doesn't need permission to do it, there's a difference between someone breaking in, and leaving the door open with a map to all the valuables.]
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I just... need to not think for a while.
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[... well.]
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[He winks, because that's not what Al meant, and he knows it. But he also understands what it is to not want to disclose the truth, when the truth is that you're not healing fast enough for them.]
So you're telling me, because you know it won't drag me down.
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You aren't the only person I know who's lost someone they needed.
But, back to the point. I can clear your mind now or I can follow you to bed. I'll let you decide how that goes.
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