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Castle ~~in the air~~ in the bar.

Unlike his mun, who is in FLORIDA. Ahahaha.

That's all, really.

She laughs.

"Would you prefer I return to the form you like, love?" she asks brightly following the kiss.

"I have to confess, I kind of miss it." He grins. "I mean, you can stay in this one if you like. I just wouldn't want it to be anything like permanent."

There is a blurring of form and air.

Where a little red-hair once sat was the tall, pale form of Námo, pointed ears and black hair. He smiles at Lee, leaning into kiss him.

"Better, rawen?" he asks in his lyrical tenor.

He accepts the kiss with considerably more enthusiasm.

"Much." He grins.

Námo laughs.

"There are times I like being female. Last night I was also a cat. Spent much time speaking with Faramir before we both fell asleep before the fire."

"It would be interesting," he muses. "Faramir? Boromir's brother, right?"

"Yes. Prince of Ithilien. He was very interested in both you and Gorlim."

He settles more comfortably on the seat, resting his hand on Lee's thigh.

"He thinks he would like to meet you."

Faramir's interest mystifies him a bit, but Lee certainly wouldn't object to meeting him. He nestles closer to Namo.

"Sure, I'll say hi if I see him. What's he look like?"

"Very much like Random. But his hair is longer, slightly red. He is quiet in temperment. A poet like our little bird."

His arm goes around Lee as he nuzzles him.

He winces with distaste at the mention of Random, though he knows it's hardly fair to judge Faramir based on whom he happens to look like. He wouldn't want anyone judging him by Ethaniel the tentacled social mutant, after all.

"Gorlim likes him?" He kisses Namo's cheek.

He entwines their fingers.

"Gorlim seems to be afraid of him. I think he fears judgement. I am not certain. He was ill when I last saw him, and I did not wish to push any topic with him."

He looks up anxiously. "How ill is he?"

He rests his head against Lee's shoulder.

"A cold. From when he went out into the woods following ... following the argument the other day. He was not well clothed, he was intoxicated, and he caught a cold."

Sharp, hard stab of guilt, right in the gut. Ow.

"Have to go find him," he murmurs.

He keeps the fact that Gorlim was also lost in his waking nightmares once more to himself.

"Yes. You should. He worships you, and your displeasure that night upset him." He kisses Lee sweetly. "I am certain he is about."

"I didn't mean to yell at him." He could kick himself right now.

Námo squeezes his hand.

I know that, and somewhere in him, he knows it, too. You were upset, and you had the right to be.

Go and find him, lover. Tell him you still love him and that you are no longer angry with me and that you are sorry.

He leans over, kissing Lee thoroughly and slowly before pulling away and standing up.

"Perhaps you will come to my room tonight. I miss sleeping beside you."

He squeezes Namo's hand and gets up from the table. "Sure thing."

"Love you," he murmurs before parting from him. He then watches Lee for a moment, eyes lingering on him, before he turns and heads for the stairs, wanting a bath and perhaps a book for his evening.

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