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Genesis Rhapsodos here. What do you need me for?

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[Genesis shakes his head.]

Angeal and I... we have our own ways of coping with loss. Making him stay with me, though, is not one of those ways.

When I come home, I want to focus on you and you alone. Though the past has made me what I am now, it's no use holding on to it when I want to move forward. Bringing him home with me will be like carrying that past with me. I don't want to do that right now.

He is my best friend and always will be. I care for him, but I have a new set of priorities.

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(If he wanted to, I wouldn't take offense.)

But you're probably right. [Zexion agrees, and it's probably one of the better times that Genesis has thrown his passion in a constructive, optimistic, wise direction... one that scoops him up along with it.]

And Maya will probably need the extra support from him, too.

Just don't be too late. [He warns fondly] Or you might have to peel me off your pillows and wake me up.

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Maybe next time, I'll invite him over. But tonight, I want it to just be you and me.

Maya will need him, too. You're right about that.

[And then he chuckles.]

If you fall asleep, I might take advantage of that and try to wake you with a kiss.

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Like a hundred fairy tales, in the flesh!

[Zexion sing-songed, rolling his eyes. Never mind that some of them about sleeping princesses were in fact true, in some worlds.] Alright, my handsome prince. We have a date.

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Good. I'll see you, then.

[What would Zexion be if he was a prince? Definitely not the princess. Perhaps... yes. Zexion was the sorceror in his employ, a young one far more enchanting than any other princess would be.

With that image in mind, he returns to work a little more cheered up and able to muscle through the pain of loss.]