don't go breaking my heart

[inaclearing]

[Well. All that sure happened!

Brett hasn't done much for one of these post-trial gatherings thus far, but he's been trying very hard to be functional lately, and...well, the fact that so many other people aren't okay right now just makes that all the more important. So he'll go around telling people, or slipping notes under doors if need be:]

We're going to have some food at the bar, if anyone wants it.

- Brett & Joy

[It feels a little weird to have it there, but...let's be honest. He expects quite a few people will be passing through the bar of the own accord tonight. They may as well not drink on empty stomachs.

There's not a ton going on. Brett's figured out how to turn the light-up dance floor off - it seemed a little inappropriate. Despite being hosted at the bar, Brett hasn't actually set out any alcohol; there's tamagoyaki and a big vat of chicken noodle soup sitting on some tables in the middle of the room, as well as tea for anyone who wants a drink that isn't alcoholic. Everyone who does want to drink can serve themselves. Also, someone has draped a rainbow pride flag over the bar? It seems appropriate given who's throwing the party, at least, and he didn't really have it in his to stop Joy, so.

You're free to turn on some music, if you want. Brett couldn't pick anything out on the jukebox, it seems.]

Comments

[visiblepattern]

It's okay, I just... I've been worried about everyone. I don't know.

[...]

I didn't want to be right about Aiba.

[hotpaprika]

As am I.

[He gently places a hand on Forrest's shoulder.]

Aiba was a wonderful and smart person and did not deserve to die, and I do not blame her for feeling as though she needed to make that choice.

...It's never going to get easier, especially as we grow closer to each other. We simply need to watch over each other while we still can.

[visiblepattern]

She knew what decision she was making. She deserved it as much as anyone else.

[jesus, forrest.]

I really don't think I can keep doing this.

[hotpaprika]

[He is not going to gently not comment on that first part!!!

He leans in a little closer.]

... I understand. I am not going to lie and say that we will find a way out and destroy Fontaine, but...

Well, I am here for you. If you feel your strength wavering, I can support you however I can. Even if I die I will be here, and I will promise you that much.

[visiblepattern]

I know you will.

[He does seem to understand that Jonathan is...trying, anyway.]

I'm surprised no one has killed me yet, to be honest.

[hotpaprika]

Me neither. Although I worry after the embarrassing stunt I did today that it put a large target on my back.

[He is... somewhat starting to regret that. Whoops.]

It would be a shame if anyone killed you. You've always been great in trials, emotional toil or otherwise. Even if you weren't, you are a wonderful person to be around, and your presence would be sorely missed if anyone went after you.

[visiblepattern]

...Thank you.

[That much does seem sincere.]

I hope to be around for a while longer, at least. It's just difficult on weekends, I suppose.

[hotpaprika]

I hope you do too. And I do not need to tell you that I understand how hard weekends are. This whole situation is simply cruel.

If... you need me to look after you through the weekend, I can offer you my support. You've done more than enough already.