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Boy, bar, several pieces of lined paper and a scowl.

He needs to figure out who to write notes to, and how to say what he needs to say.

Judging by the collection of balled-up papers nearby? It's not going well.

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"Hey," He says, absently, not looking up from his papers. There's a smudge of ink on his chin from where he's been chewing a ballpoint.

"Are there any news?" Teja asks. It is not an idle question.

"I haven't heard anything." He sets the pen down. "I haven't been paying attention much, either."

Too busy destroying things, you see.

"Why would you not pay attention to Xaldin?" Teja says, wondering.

It does not sound good.

"--Oh. Xaldin." He's a little self-centered right now. "I may have pissed him off. May have."

'Pissed off' means angry, does it not?

"Oh, you cannot," Teja says. "He is a Nobody -- one would assume he has no emotions that allow him to get angry. What makes you think so?"

Billy waves his hand. "Whatever. You know. He walked away, anyway."

"I do not know!" Teja says. "It sounds most unusual!"

Pause.

"What happened before?"

He sounds worried -- he is. What might be wrong with Xaldin, to just walk away?

"He was getting on my case about something. It kind of devolved from there."

"Do you mean you quarrelled with him?" Teja says, blankly amazed.

"Well, I quarreled. Mostly he sat there and then walked away."

"You could not have quarrelled with him," Teja says. "He is a Nobody -- you cannot quarrel with nobody! You would have quarrelled with nothing but an image in your head."

Billy gives him a Look. "You know what I mean."

"No, I don't," Teja says. "Tell me what happened."

"I just did!"

"Bare outlines of it only," Teja says. "What were you quarrelling with yourself about when he walked away, and when was that?"

Billy sighs. "I told you. He got on my case about something I didn't think was fair. I'm not sure how much I'm supposed to talk about."

Bitter? Him?

"If he got on your case, there must be a case," Teja says. "And one would assume that you may talk of it -- it is not private, the way what happens between you and your lover, or me and mine, would be private. Xaldin gave a thorough accounting of it to Zexion, who then came and spoke to me in a lofty way that amused me greatly, once I got over the very Somebody-ish surprise of having something that I did with another in my own bathtub be such general knowledge. But then it came clear to me that it is not a private matter; that would set the situation in the wrong light."

"He was --" Vague hand gesture. "Upset that Teddy had been talking to Larxene about his health. And siad that if we couldn't keep our mouths shut we couldn't help him."

Frustrated sigh.

"I'm tired of trying to help someone who doesn't want it."

"He would not be upset -- no emotions to be upset with," Teja points out.

"Not. Upset, then. I don't have the vocabulary to talk about this."

"It is hard indeed," Teja says, "to speak of them in words that do them justice; they are very different. He did not wish for Teddy to speak to Larxene of his problems focusing? Did he say why?"

"Her own wellbeing, I think." Billy sighs. "I was upset about other things at the time."

Teja nods. "It happens," he says. "The young do have a temper. You shall go and speak to him again, so he knows he can still count on you?"

"I guess." He doesn't really feel like it.