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Castle sits in a darkened corner booth, staring blankly at the back of the booth in front of him, taking the occasional mechanical sip of some vile-looking, heavily alcoholic drink.

Oh yeah. He'll make for some fun conversation.

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[namo]

He swallows, glancing away from Lee briefly.

"Would you like me to walk you to your room?"

If Lee wanted him to stay, he would, but he would not force his company upon him.

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He looks up. Part of him wants to go further, ask Namo to spend the night with him, but he doesn't--perhaps because doesn't want to inflict his melancholy on anyone else at the moment, or would rather simply lie awake and wallow in self-loathing alone. He knows it's idiotic of him. And he does want Namo to stay. But he won't ask.

"Would you?"

[namo]

He smiles, brushing his fingers along Lee's cheek and down his neck.

"Of course, melda. Anything you wish of me, if it is in my power to give, it is yours to ask."

Námo scoots out of the booth, standing and looking at Lee expectantly.

It is too bad there is no bond between them as their is between the Vala and Gorlim... perhaps then Námo would know of the silent request.

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But as of yet, there is none, and so Lee is silent but for a nod of gratitude as he slips out of the booth and gently takes Namo's hand, leading the way towards the stairs.

[namo]

He walks with his head somewhat bowed, his hand gripping Lee's tightly, quietly wishing there was such a bond.

At least then he could express all he felt for Lee without the confusion of words.