A meeting

[nevermorethroppish]

It's not often that he gets visitors these days. His daughter only visits when she needs a place to hide for a while and he'll always provide it; he'd told her since she'd walked out the door that she could always walk back through it. Erik, on the other hand, hasn't been up in ages and Liir's neck is probably less sore because of it; they'd never much gotten along even if the two of them agreed on more than they didn't. But he comes today, someone new in tow, and Liir starts the creaky old engine of hospitality up once more if only out of necessity.

As Erik makes introductions, they don't talk much. They don't say much of anything as he leaves either. But once he's actually gone, Liir gestures to the most comfortable spot in the small cabin that he makes his home in for Scott to take as he likes.

"Have you eaten? Prison's a hungry business from what I remember of it."

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[nevermorethroppish]

"I'll never say 'no' to usefulness," he says as they walk along, "but don't feel obliged. You are a guest, after all."

He takes a couple of steps before-

"Honestly, I've been terrible not putting out a proper cheese plate."

[notrosecolored]

He's baffled, but gently so. "Why would you put out a cheese plate for a guest that was dumped on your doorstep and you didn't want?"

[nevermorethroppish]

"I put out a cheese plate for the people who killed my dog and eventually, my mother," he says, seemingly without inflection, "it's what you do when people come over. Without it, civilization might as well crumble into dust."

He takes a few more steps before leaning down to pick up a sprig of something or other. Wild lavender, it seems from the scent.

"Or so would say my Nanny."

[notrosecolored]

That is fucked up, even by his standards. "I don't even particularly like cheese." Or lavender, though he wanders off to find a whole ton of mint growing like the weed it basically was.

[nevermorethroppish]

He pauses at that.

"...now who's from another world."

But it's teasing, plain and simple, no real bite to it and Scott has already heard when he puts some bite there so he should know the difference.

Liir finishes up with the lavender before making his way to where Scott is gathering mint.

"...I prefer that variety, actually. Well spotted."

[notrosecolored]

He's knelt down to collect and then looks up and gives Liir a bit of a smile. "It smells better." Which is it's own thing, and probably some weird admission, but not something he's thinking too deeply about.

"And I'm pretty sure I've always been from another world, at least metaphorically."

[nevermorethroppish]

"Agreed," he says as he comes to gather a bit of his own for the basket. He keeps them somewhat separate, though there's only so much room in the little basket.

But he doesn't say much more before nodding to Scott and starting to walk back to their path. He doesn't trouble himself about where Scott is. He can join him if he likes. Talk if he likes.

[notrosecolored]

Scott wants to talk, but he doesn't have words. What he has is a strange mix of absolute rage and crushing depression and grief and no outlet for any of it.

So he helps Lir, searches for the few plants he recognizes and ultimately just - wanders off, with a murmured, "I'll be back before dark."

He will be, but he has to... do something before he explodes.

[nevermorethroppish]

Liir doesn't remark upon it other than to hold his hand up in half of a wave; Scott will return when and if he returns, and it's never been his way to worry overmuch on such matters. The front door is open and the back door is open.

Instead, he heads home and goes to his room to write for a time. He's been overdue.