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[curriculum_fictae]

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[curriculum_fictae]

Mm, well. The person I’m closest to back home has the same problem.

[ He gently sets Bruno back down. ]

[hijoperdido]

[Back on his feet, Bruno hunches in on himself, shoulders up by his ears.]

Y-yeah? Well. Least he's got you. That's - You're good at hugging, but you'll probably regret it later.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Every time Bruno opens his mouth, Martin aches even more for this little man. ]

Why are you so sure I’m going to regret it?

[hijoperdido]

Everyone does.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He looks over at that crack in the wall, the sad place setting. ]

And do they all insist they won’t right up until they do?

[hijoperdido]

Sometimes, sure, but right up to my last prophecy, Mamá was the last one who really believed they could be any good, so y'know, I just kinda- I just.

It's better if I don't.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ God. Even without this man looking so much like Jon/ah, Martin would desperately feel for him. And the mother figure, well … he hides a small wince of his own. ]

Your mother? What happened?

[hijoperdido]

[He shrugs, flopping down into his chair again, letting a few of the rats crawl onto him.]

My gift wasn't helping the family. It just... made everything worse, everyone upset. Got- got blamed for stuff going wrong.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Martin snags the chair from the table, then, and sits there.

(Gee, he understands THAT thought too.) ]

Some people - some people don’t understand no matter what you do. It’s not your fault.

[hijoperdido]

Yeah so. So no matter what I did it didn't matter. Just better to... To just not.

[curriculum_fictae]

I - I get it. Yeah. I wish I’d figured that one out.

[ A deep breath. ]

I’m sorry, Bruno.

[hijoperdido]

Eh...

[He shrugs, trying to kick that mood out. It's fine, everything's fine.]

It's just me, just- Bruno. So it's fine. I've been fine back here, family's happy and perfect out there, everything's great.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He gives Bruno a Look. ]

You really don’t have to pretend with me. Just - trust me, okay?

[hijoperdido]

I'm not pretending, it's- It's really fine.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ He just stares at you Bruno. ]

Look me in the eye and say that.

[hijoperdido]

[Bruno does look at him. Hesitates, then shakes his head.]

Look, I-iii don't know why you're here or how you got here, but. But Abuela should probably know about it and she can help you. Probably.

[curriculum_fictae]

[ Yeah, that’s what he thought. ]

Your mother?

[hijoperdido]

Yeah. Yeah, she- Runs the house and helps the villagers. So she could help you.

[curriculum_fictae]

I am certain that she could.

… But. Let’s leave that as a last resort, all right?

[hijoperdido]

I mean sure, but I dunno what else you're gonna do unless you wanna live in here with me.

[curriculum_fictae]

Honestly? I’m pretty sure I’m going to disappear on my own in a day or two. Or wake up, that’s possible.

[hijoperdido]

[Yeah you seem really really sure of that, Martin. Bruno's just... Watching him carefully. Thinking.]

See no harm letting you stay here until then.

[curriculum_fictae]

Right. And if it does go on longer, we can talk about other options.

[ Martin does seem very sure, yes. Also he brightens. ]

You could have a vision about it? If you want to try it.

[hijoperdido]

Uuhhhhh what?

Hahaaa no, uh. Don't think that's a good idea, no, you'll just hate whatever I see and it'll be my fault whatever happens.

[curriculum_fictae]

Orrr you could figure out how to get me out of your hair sooner.