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Sirius: Not every part of our business is nice and neat, Valerian. It does you some good to be reminded of it from time to time.

Valerian: … it stinks.

Sirius: What the fuck did you expect it to smell like here? Roses? 

Valerian: Of course–Wait. Is he…?

Sirius: Dead? 

Ume: Rude.

Altair: And maybe you can actually, you know, move in and stop sleeping on the couch.

Ume: W-what? Do… you mean it?

Altair: I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t mean it. A-and I mean, I’m not meaning, like… I–we have a guest room? And you’re way better with Provence than I am. She doesn’t listen to me, like at all.

Ume: She doesn’t listen to anyone. Kind of like her mother,

Altair: Y-you! 

Altair: …but, that means I’m going to need you to stop pandering to my every whim. I don’t think that I can do this on my own.

Ume: I wouldn’t say I pander…

Altair: Don’t even, mister. I’m serious here. I need your help… Do you think you can do that for me?

Ume: Sure, I can do that. One thing though…

Altair: What?

Ume: This is really going to interfere with my relationship with the door.

Altair: [groans] Don’t be an idiot! 

Altair: I keep telling myself that it’s going to get easier, that I’ll wake up one day and I’ll be over this. Then the morning comes, and reality comes crashing in. Why does it still have to hurt so much?

Ume: You know that’s okay, right?

Altair: [shakes head] It isn’t fair to Provence…or to you. 

Ume: Nothing about this is fair, Altair. You need to stop being so hard on yourself