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[envy_the_sinners]

[If that have to stay in her room, he's suddenly not so sure.]

We can go someplace else.

[a_sin_for_him]

[Lust's voice is still compassionate.]

Scar, you're my friend and you're having an emotional time.

It's alright for you to be in my room, I have chairs and a little table. And no one's going to bother us. We can sit and talk and have chocolate milk.

[envy_the_sinners]

[Why does she have to make it so difficult to say no?]

Fine.

[It's barely more than a mumble.]

[a_sin_for_him]

I'll be waiting.

[With chocolate milk and plain cookies - store bought - as she remembered Scar preferred things that were less sweet. And setting up the little table in her room for company gives her something to do while she waits for Scar to arrive. Other than simply fretting about him.]

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar hadn't been far away. He showed up at the homunculi's house but kept mostly to the shadows as he sent Lust a text that he was at the door. The last thing he wanted to do is be seen.

He carried his Teddiursa, sound asleep, in one arm. He was visibly exhausted after the ordeal with Magma and Aqua.

[a_sin_for_him]

She was still in her comfortable about-the-house clothes, a long pair of loose cotton pants and a large shapeless shirt. She'd pulled on her robe but hadn't bothered to belt it - it wasn't as though her shape was very obvious under her baggy clothing.

The sight of him pulled sharply at something in her heart. She was overcome with the impulse to put her arms around him, to draw him to her and simply hold him. She gripped the door tightly to keep herself from doing so, not wanting to frighten him.

"Come inside." She gave in only slightly, reaching her hand out for his free arm.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar's small, tired frown deepened when she touched him, but it was still difficult to gauge exactly if it was a positive or negative reaction. He stepped inside quietly, taking a brief glance around the place. It was cozy, at least.

Even if everything was, compared to the places he usually spent his time. Yaminah stirred, but remained asleep.

[a_sin_for_him]

"Here." She led him gently up the stairs, ready to drop the hand on his arm the moment he indicated he didn't want to be touched.

"Just down the hall." There was a low light coming from under her door. In anticipation, she'd set a decorative screen across the foot of her bed, shielding it from view. Her room was simple and elegant, in varying tones of green and golds. The small table was opposite the screen, two places set.

Scar's Pokemon were waiting by the door when they came in.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar followed her quietly to her room, only to be greeted by a very excited Skitty and Eevee. He crouched down on his knees, taking care to pull gently away from Lust as the two tiny Pokémon bounded up for his attention. Some of the tension in his brow eased, when he saw them.

"Thank you," he muttered.

[a_sin_for_him]

"Of course."

She shut the door behind them and took a seat, letting Scar reunite with his Pokemon.

"They weren't any trouble at all."

[envy_the_sinners]

"They rarely are." With little regard to whether or not there were actual seats in the room, Scar settled on the floor so they could sit with him. Yaminah stirred awake to groggily greet her sisters.

He fell quiet after that, focusing more on his Pokémon than his surroundings.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust made no comment about Scar's choice to sit on the floor.

"And there's plenty of room for them, clearly. Moreso, with so few of us in the house while you were...away."

If he didn't want to leap right into talking about what happened, they didn't have to.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar nodded, remaining silent. Yaminah was clearly desperate to stay awake and alert while the others crawled all over her.

"She's had a long couple of days, let her sleep," he gently urged the younger two, who clearly struggled with the idea but did their best to listen, curling up with the bear and only occasionally fidgeting.

"I'm still not entirely certain what happened," Scar spoke up, only a bit, to indicate he was speaking to Lust.

[a_sin_for_him]

"Maybe it's one of those things you aren't meant to fully understand. Where what you take from it is more important than what happened or how." Lust sipped her milk - she'd put a few drops of liqueur in hers - and moved to sit beside Scar on the floor.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar looked up, but not directly at her when she sat next to him. It still didn't cross him as odd to be sitting on the floor. It made it easiest for the Pokémon to stay close, and he wasn't used to having furniture.

"Then what did I take from it?"

[a_sin_for_him]

"That's not something anyone else can tell you. It was your experience. I don't know what you took from it, other than the memory of your brother's voice." She offered him the glass of plain chocolate milk.

"And it's just happened. You're still shaken. Don't expect all answers and revelations to come in the blink of an eye, they never do." She spoke from experience.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar's expression darkened. A cloudy memory couldn't have possibly been the point in all of this. Was there even a point at all? He doubted it.

He couldn't deny that he was shaken, though. He gave her a bit of a look when she actually handed him chocolate milk. He felt like a child, for goodness' sake.

"Maybe I'm just more okay with being given this chance," he finally muttered.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust sipped her own milk, leaning back some and watching the dozing Pokemon.

"That's more than enough to take from it. You said whatever you spoke to was benevolent, didn't you?"

[envy_the_sinners]

"It was somehow restoring the places affected by the fighting. I asked it of it brought us all here, and it didn't seem to answer. But when I thanked it, it aknowledged that, in some way." He couldn't quite place how, other than that a warm feeling had washed over him.

[a_sin_for_him]

"What you make of that is up to you. I know if it were me...I'd think that indicates that the thing that brought us here wants us to be happy. Or at least try. Maybe that's what it does. Restores things that have been greatly damaged."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar sipped at his milk, still not entirely used to the sweetness of some foods here. He finally looked up at Lust, weary and sad. He couldn't put what he was thinking and feeling into words, but he assumed she would understand.

Damaged things. That was what they were, wasn't it?

[a_sin_for_him]

Cautiously, Lust placed her hand over Scar's. She understood.

"We'll be alright. You'll be alright." He could accept that he had another chance, and perhaps now he could begin to embrace it for what it was. A chance for some happiness and healing after so much undeserved pain and misery.

[envy_the_sinners]

Something tensed in his chest when Lust reached out to him, but he didn't pull away from her. He stared dumbly at their hands, hyper aware of the feel of her skin on his. Still, nothing felt right to say. Scar was stuck for a long moment, torn between returning her comforting gesture and shying away.

But that was how it always was, wasn't it?

His hand moved under hers, only a bit. Only enough to acknowledge her. He wasn't even entirely aware if what he was doing, only that it was making him tenser and more relaxed simultaneously.

[a_sin_for_him]

Lust sat in silence with him for a while, loosely holding hands and drinking her drink. It was a comfortable silence, as far as she was concerned, and she had no interest in breaking it with idle chatter. There was nothing really left to say, not right now.

Guttle came over to doze near them and Lust found herself growing sleepy from the quiet comfort and the liqueur she'd put in her drink.

"I imagine you're ready for proper sleep," she finally said, turning her head to glance at Scar. "I can find you something comfortable to wear, there's an empty guest room."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar was silent and still for the while, sleepy and more comfortable that he would have liked to admit. When Lust finally spoke up, he hesitated. He didn't want to go sleep in some alley after having a proper roof over his head, or scrape money together for a cheap motel.

But all the same...

"I'll be fine." He wouldn't rely on her, and he wouldn't stay in the same place as Envy.