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Ramon, as promised, has waited up for Random. He's in bed and reading but still very much awake.

Which is good, because when Random staggers in it looks like he needs someone to talk to. Desperately.

'Baby?'

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"No."

And he's even right.

"No, things are going to be very bad for a little bit."

It's said with the conviction of a drunk. And, you know, a Tarot Reader.

"You might hate me, a little. It scares me, baby."

Ramon halts in his unfastening of the buttons on his shirt. 'Christ, will you listen to me? I Will. Not. Hate. You. Ever. Period. OK?'

He shakes his head and goes back to work on the shirt.

"Then I'll hate myself?"

Another drunken laugh, and his hands reach for Ramon, possibly fouling the ones working on his shirt, but it doesn't matter.

"God, hold me. 'm being ridiculous. Having a fucking anxiety attack."

He sighs and pulls the shirt off him then takes him in his arms, lying down and pulling him to his chest.

'Don't have an anxiety attack. I'm here. I don't hate you and never will and I don't want you hating yourself either.'

"I love you."

He smiles up at him, then lets his head drop.

"That'll do. Martin and I need to stop getting drunk. Never leads to good things."

'You do.' Ramon kisses his head and rubs a hand over his back. 'So, you want to tell me about it? Properly I mean. Or just sleep?'

"Properly. Um."

He thinks, for a long moment.

"Had to explain to him 'bout Asandir. Figured it was as good a time as any to tell him all of it. He's so much a doctor he reacted so terribly. Said he won'come for dinner any more ever, and that he doesn't want to speak to you. He was pretty dazed. Drunk as anything. And then he was bleeding everywhere an' I had to call for Svava."

By the end of it his face is burried in Ramon's chest.

He strokes through his hair carefully as he listens and by the end of it is ready to slap the fucking kid. I don't care what he thinks about me. The only reason I tolerate his shit is because I don't want to upset you.

But he keeps quiet and just says, 'I'll go and talk to him and sort it out. I don't want you upset about it. I can explain better, if that's what you want him to know.'

"Don't, love."

He holds on, for a moment.

"Please, in the morning. I need to sleep or 'm gonna... well, no. 'm already gonna be hungover as fuck."

'Yeah, you are.' He doesn't really sound amused as he says it but it is a weak attempt at teasing. He doesn't understand any of this and certainly not that Random feels the need to justify his actions to Martin. But then, maybe there was a reason that hasn't come out yet - but this isn't the time to attempt to get it out of him.

He moves and pulls Random's jeans off him, then covers them both over with the quilt. 'Sleep then, we'll talk about this tomorrow.'

"Ever tried to fix something broken from the very beginning?"

His eyes are closing, and he's pulling Ramon closer.

"What Gorlim said about me. Something crooked in the foundations. Building up layers of slight tilts to make it look straighter but it doesn't work."

He pulls his head back to stare down at him.

'Gorlim said what to you?' His eyes narrow in anger. 'That's the stupidest, most ridiculous thing I ever heard in my life.' And I'm going to make sure he knows it too. 'You are not broken. You're not crooked in the foundations or any shit like that, you understand? And Christ, that coming from Gorlim?! He's more fucked up than anyone.'

"Well, no."

He's too tired for this.

"I said t'about something else, 'n he said 'like you.' What I meant was this with Martin. 'm not crooked. Just a perfectly normal Amberite."

He calms down a little and pulls him close again.

'Alright then. Sleep baby, you need it. I love you.'

"You too. Careful, though. The tooth's in jeans pockets, an' don't want it to fall out." yawn "Remind me in the morning?"

And he is, for all intents and purposes, out cold.

Ramon smiles quietly into the darkness, the annoyance all but forgotten. Because Random's carrying the tooth and...yeah.

He cuddles him closer and settles down to sleep. Because in the end, the other shit doesn't matter to him. He's got Random, so it'll all work out.

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