[ota] there ain't nothing that I need

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It's been a gloomy sort of week. He's blamed the holiday season for it. Holidays made a person think about home, after all--and for a large number of people, that wasn't a pleasant thing. Cadogan's hardly the only one who gets quiet when asked about family, about traditions, about 'would you be going back now if we could leave?' Home is such a completely odd word, shifts this way and that and really doesn't need to be highlighted just because it's time to celebrate the winter holiday season.

But Friday morning... Friday morning he's going to vanish for a little bit. Not out of the Deck, clearly, but into his office for a few hours when it's entirely possible he really ought to be out being a Ten.

He'll reappear in the afternoon, play catch-up with files and monitoring and all the other work he's meant to be doing in a day. With, of course, two notable breaks being made.

He's got to hug Sophie for telling his mother to come. And he's got to hug Silas for bringing her here.


{ooc; Catch Cadogan (or be caught in a hug by Cadogan) here, but if you want a whack at his mother answering questions about what a little shit he was as a kid, she's also here.}

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There don't need to be words, right? There doesn't need to be an explanation as he shuts the door, sweeps across the room to the older man's desk and gives the king's shoulder a light tug.

Up. Up instantly. Up and into a tight, appreciative, overwhelmed sort of hug.

[karatofquality.livejournal.com]

That hug is sufficient. His arms are tight around the other man, a grin properly spreading across his face while he chuckles.

"She was glad to come," he hums, pressing his forehead to Cadogan's temple. "She wanted to be with her son. Merry Christmas, my friend."

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That doesn't mean this isn't the best Christmas gift he's ever received. That he isn't going to cling her just a few moments longer, tight and quiet and completely overwhelmed with the kindness of the gesture.

It takes a moment to detach, lean back enough to speak.

/It's too much. Really./

[karatofquality.livejournal.com]

"Hush. It couldn't possibly too much for me to reunite my best friend with his mother. I know it stressed you out, having her so far away that you couldn't see her every day, and it stressed her out that she couldn't see you every day, too."

He bumps his forehead against the other man's, chuckling. "It's my gift to you, and it's the best I can give you. Don't expect anything to top this, all right?"

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/I can't begin to think how to repay you./

How do you match this sort of a present? This sort of a massive, life-changing gift?

[karatofquality.livejournal.com]

His expression is teasing, light, and so very amused when he says, "Find a man for me, Cadogan, who will date me and enjoy doing it."

He's kidding, honestly, but it's still amusing.

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...okay. Well. He'll worry about that later. After pressing his forehead hard against the other man's a moment longer. After getting his heart back from the point of nearly exploding.

/Thank you. So much./

[karatofquality.livejournal.com]

"I'm joking," he says gently.

But holding his friend close and pressing foreheads together, well. That's normal.

"Don't thank me. Just...be close to her the way she deserves, Cadogan. She loves her son."

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There's no helping the genuine warmth in his smile. He wouldn't want to if he could, really.

/I've never made an easier promise.</i/