Niko arrived to the office to find Crystal sitting, knees up, on the floor, leaning against the wall in the hallway, half-blocking the closed door.
“You don’t want to go in there,” Crystal said, not bothering to open her eyes. Crystal was starting to get more open about how much she picked up psychically, hiding it less. Niko was proud of her, and tried not to be nervous about it, because if people like Charles and Edwin could be fine about someone constantly feeling at their emotions then Niko definitely could too.
Crystal picked her head up from where it was thunked back against the wall, to look at Niko. “Edwin’s having a crash-out, Charles is dealing with it.” She looked sideways at the door. “Thank god for all the wards and shit or you’d be hearing a lot of yelling.”
Niko nodded and slid down the wall to sit next to Crystal. Edwin’s “crash-outs” - as Crystal had started calling them, and even though Charles had already had a name for them, Crystal’s word stuck - weren’t all that common, maybe once a month if that, but enough for even Niko, fairly freshly back from Elsewhere, to have a pretty good idea of the shape of it. According to Charles, they were a lot rarer before, well, everything, at least for the last couple decades. But Niko thought it was pretty fair for… everything… to leave you wound up for a while, and for a while to be years, if you were immortal. Or undead.
“He bolted when we were fighting the Greenwitch last night. I think she reminded him of Esther and Hell at the same time and he freaked. I’m fine, and Charles is fine, and we beat her, but, whatever, he’s pissed at himself about it. Last thing I heard before Charles shoved me out the door was him calling himself ‘a fucking coward‘. There was something about why we put our safety in his hands when he’s broken, or something. You know. Bullshit.”
Niko nodded again, sagely. “Crash-outs usually are. But they let you see where the truth is, sometimes.”
Crystal grunted. “For example, Edwin definitely hates himself even more than he hates me. No idea how I didn’t see that a lot earlier.”
Niko reached out and poked Crystal with a lavender-painted nail. “You know he doesn’t hate you.”
“Sure.” A bit of a yell managed to get past the muting built into the office’s wards, which was impressive. Edwin must be putting a bit of magic into it as well as volume. Crystal raised an eyebrow at the closed door. “Thank fuck for Charles’s eardrums being dead. No idea how a guy that tall can get that shrill.”
Niko shrugged. She wriggled her shoulders against the wall to get comfortable; it was pretty clear she and Crystal would be waiting for a while. It’d be fine, though. Edwin always calmed down in the end, and Charles would take care of him when he did. She pulled a deck of cards out of her pocket.
“At this point I’ll take anything that’s not Clue,” Crystal said, and held out her hand for the deck.
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