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[Guild][Morag]: Sometimes I think life is just too short for Bjorn.
[Solace] whispers: Yes, Drew. Funnily enough, I find it easier to spend a long time doing something I like and have chosen to do
[Solace] whispers: with people I’ve known a long time
[Solace] whispers: than something somebody else chose to do
[Solace] whispers: with a group of people I’ve only just met
[Guild][Heurodis]: Sadly, Morag, nothing can change the nature of a man
[Guild][Ialdir]: Wow, you really missed the point of that game, didn’t you?
To [Solace]: you can’t build your whole life around a video game
[Guild][Morag]: I thought the point of that game was Annah
[Guild][Morag]: Maybe because I played it at an impressionable age
[Guild][Morag]: But I blame Torment for my lifelong thing for feisty redheads
Solace has gone offline.
Whoa. That had gone super badly wrong. And Drew wasn’t sure what to do or even why it had happened. He had a cold, creeping sense it might have been his fault, but then he usually did when he fought with people he cared about.
He sat there for a little while, feeling increasingly terrible. And then sent Kit a quick text:We okay?After a moment, he got back:Just need some space.
Drew stared at his phone. What did that even mean? Was it a polite way of dumping him? Were they on a break? Was everything basically fine, and Drew was overreacting? He really wanted to reply and ask for clarification, but he was pretty certain that the one thing it absolutely didn’t mean was,Please text me back immediately.
Between the all-nighter, the argument, and the Batmen, Drew’s brain had turned into soup. The part of him that was upset and panicky wanted to Do Something Right Now, but the part of him that was operating on eighty minutes’ sleep made deciding what the Something should be, or indeed standing upright, borderline impossible.
He reeled away fromHoLand fell facedown onto his bed. He was conscious just long enough to notice how spacious and empty it felt.
Chapter Eleven
Kit had pulled out of the Monday raid, which meant Morag had to go healz at the last minute, leaving Drew with the dubious pleasure of MT-ing opposite Bjorn’s alarmingly well-geared tanking alt. They started a fresh run, still buoyed up by last week’s victory over Bloodrose, but progress was a little shaky because they were prioritising alts and people who hadn’t done the content yet. They downed Arachnia after a couple of wipes and called it before Vilicus.
It was still fun—surprisingly fun considering how often Drew had done this by now—but Kit’s absence made a difference, and not just to Drew. Morale seemed to flag a bit more quickly, Bjorn’s irritability seemed less entertaining, and both Morag and Ialdir were less focused than usual.
Once the raid broke up, Drew bamfed back to the City of Stars. He was just checking his supplies for Wednesday when a message popped up.
Morag has invited you to join a group: y/n
Morag is now group leader.
[Group][Orcarella]: hi?
[Group][Ialdir]: Hey??
[Group][Morag]: Sorry to grab you
[Group][Morag]: We were just wondering if you knew what was up with Kit
Oh crap. Drew had no idea how to handle this or even how he felt about it. On the one hand, he sort of thought what was going on between him and Kit wasn’t these people’s business. On the other, he couldn’t quite shake the sense that he’d been caught out doing something he shouldn’t, as if he’d ninjaed all the shards out the guild bank. There was also a nonzero chance he was about to get /gkickedfor pissing off the main healer.
[Group][Morag]: Drew?
[Group][Orcarella]: sorry but this is pretty weird
