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He isn’t getting through to Break, is he? If anything, he seems more distant than he did before. Reim counters the ridiculously bright smile and frowns. This man... this lone wolf, who believes in and clings to his own solitude never lets anyone help him, let alone be there for him. Reim wants to wipe all fake emotion from his face, wants to gather up what’s scarred and broken underneath... if only he knew how to break the façade.

Get a nap, as if! Not when Break’s... not when he’s acting like the moron he is, unable to take a piece of advice. Reim isn’t quite sure if it’s his head that’s starting to hurt or if it’s the other’s words that sting. “Triv’al? Now you lis’n to me, this’s nowhere near triv’al! This’s... this’s you we’re talking ‘bout! You’re not triv’al, you’re...”

You’re someone I can’t lose, not to anyone and most of all not to yourself.

“...you’re important, Xerx.” Reim’s voice isn’t much more than a whisper at this point. He meant to be angry with Break, but the fire dissolved as quickly as it flared up, leaving behind nothing but a cold wind.

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Reim’s heart was beating frantically against his ribs. Vincent didn’t seem to have any intentions of letting go any time soon, no, he wasn’t even moving at all... was he..? No, actually he was giggling, which made Reim feel even more on edge.

Finally, finally he let go. Reim suppressed the urge to sigh in relief.

The change of subject painted a slightly puzzled expression on his face. “W-why, thank you, Master Nightray. I... I am doing my best to meet the organization’s requirements.” Still, Gilbert Nightray and idolising him? Reim had to have overlooked something. Also, this look was unsettling - surely this was not all there was to this sudden wave of praise for him.

As Vincent continued to speak, Reim subconsciously felt for his notebook, hidden away in a pocket of his uniform’s coat. Did this man have any control over himself at all? Did he even realise what he was saying and that it could be used against him, should anything similar to that ever happen? Reim cleared his throat, prepared to answer, but was cut off again by yet another ridiculously timed statement.

“...Tea?” Reim watched the blonde tinker with the china and adjusted his glasses, still perplexed by the entire situation. “I... Master Nightray, I should really be getting back to work, I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to simply take a break like that.” Actually he just wanted to leave this man as quickly as possible and bury himself so deep within the library that nobody would find him for the rest of the afternoon.

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That had been the wrong thing to say. Reim froze in place as he felt Vincent creep around his back and jumped when the man touched him. His voice, right next to Reim’s ear, had a somewhat icy touch to it - hidden under a perfect layer of carefully measured disappointment. The brunette’s skin was covered in goosebumps all over.

“W-watch me? B-by all means, Master Nightray, I merely suggested that there are, ah, better ways to spend your time than h-helping me file papers, I-”

Reim’s nervous babbling was cut off by Vincent’s sudden decision to embrace him, causing his heart to nearly leap out of his chest. This man... if he wanted, he could strangle him right there and he was probably capable of hiding the evidence as well. Reim did not want to test his patience, yet he couldn’t let someone without clearance into that particular part of the library either, noble or not.

“Master Nightray, I-I do not have any personal objections w-whatsoever but I’m afraid that the higher-ups may wonder about y-your presence in the reports section.” 

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The blonde Nightray did seem to be in a reasonably good mood, which was a relief, if Reim were to be honest with himself. Vincent was not one of the people whose bad side the brunette would want to get on.

“I see... that is indeed unfortunate.”

Vincent’s offer did surprise him. This was hardly something anyone would look forward to doing. Besides, well... the man was affiliated with Pandora but something told Reim that there was a hidden meaning behind this, a meaning he had yet to grasp. “Are you certain, Master Nightray? I wouldn’t want to wear you out with something as mundane as filing last month’s reports...”

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Reim snorted at Breaks answer. He most likely wouldn’t get anything done today, after all... which meant twice the work tomorrow. But did he really mind? Thinking about it... no, he didn’t. This was a welcome distraction from his - admittedly - rather monotonous work life.

Break’s fake-shocked expression caused Reim to laugh. “Am I now? Well, if that isn’t great news.” Now the sound coming from the bag made much more sense to him. “So, does that mean you’re encouraging drinking in bright daylight? Unlike a certain someone I have at least some kind of reputation to maintain, you know.”

They reached Reim’s office, a pleasant room with countless bookshelves lining the walls. A desk on which papers were stacked neatly stood next to an open window, a light breeze flowing into the room and making it feel less stuffy than the corridor they had just left.

“Do make yourself at home, Xerx.”

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He never tells him anything about how he feels, does he? For a strange moment Reim feels like laughing at his own foolishness. To even ask... Of course he wouldn’t get an answer on such a subject from Xerxes Break, what did he expect?

Reim feels himself being pushed away from the other; his hands feel warm where they rest on his arms. Break is smiling, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Reim’s brow furrows slightly. This smile is not supposed to look as forced as it does and he wishes he knew what to do to change that. The meaning of Break’s words graze the edge of his consciousness. He probably takes too long to comprehend.

“...Xerx, no, they... they do matter.” Reim tries to clear his head a bit by pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look... you’re putting way too much weight on your shoulders ‘f you don’t take care of yourself occash’naly.”

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Report to: @a-youngrose Subject: Starter

The ballroom was packed with the city’s high society. Much too crowded for Reim’s taste. He was only here because Master Barma had insisted, for what reason he had gracefully failed to mention, and Reim desperately felt the need to retreat and read a book in his study or do something equally quiet.

Awkwardly Reim made his way past a group of giggling ladies in fancy dresses and came to a halt near the wall, where it was slightly less crowded. Was it just him or was the air in here much too stuffy? He scanned the room, but he had lost Barma long ago. However, another familiar face stood out among all others: Sharon Rainsworth, who was animatedly talking to another woman. She appeared to be enjoying herself a lot more than him. The woman soon bid her goodbye and disappeared in the crowd. When Sharon met his eyes briefly he gave her a small wave, half-hoping that she would decide to join him.