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I know some of you have experience with this, and I need some advice...

[Will sounds...tired. Worn down and ready to sleep for a hundred years.]

What do you do when someone's left you something for when they...go home? My dad--he's gone. He left his place and I guess he had some royalties or something.

I guess I keep hoping he'll be back like he was before. And I'm not sure what to really do with any of this. If anyone knew my dad--Apollo...Lester Papadopoulos, I'm going to let friends come by his place. I'm not going to keep everything and some of his stuff might mean something more to you.

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Don't throw his shit out.

I was paying rent there. I'll keep paying it now.

I wouldn't throw my dad's stuff out. But I am going to let people close to him get a memento or...something. He'd want them to, if it helped them.

And I wouldn't kick you out, either. Were you, uh, paying him directly or something?

I don't live there. Not anymore.

[ Her voice is just slightly tight. ]

I should still be on the paperwork. Just leave it alone. I'll take care of it.

I'll make sure to look over the papers then. Won't touch anything that's in your space.

It isn't about the property.

No. I know. But me disturbing your space and anything there means disturbing your ability to take care of it how you want right? So I'll leave it alone.

Is there...anything else I can do?

[ There's a tense pause.

But when she speaks again, it's... Almost as if something weary has settled in. The edge in her voice ebbs. ]

No.

[ Another beat. ]

I'm sorry about your father, Will.

I...thanks.

Sorry. You know...you knew him, too.

He was like a brother to me.

I dunno if I'm the best person to ask, but...

[ He takes a breath. ]

Generally, the way things go, I keep everything for a month. Just in case. After that, I let their loved ones keep what they want to keep, and so do I. The rest goes to charity or someone who could use it. And if there's a lot that comes with it, a property or a bunch of money or whatever, it feels better to put at least some of it towards something that mattered to them.

I'm sorry. It sucks.

You know, having an idea of what I can do with some of this stuff actually does help. Crazy as that sounds. It makes it all less...overwhelming?

Even if it still sucks.

Yeah. I get it, man.

[ Jaime gives him a little sympathetic grimace. ]

I know you don't really know me, but like I said, I've done this a lot. If you need help sorting through it, or finding good places for any of it to go, I can help. Especially if you're doing it alone.

Nobody deserves to do this alone.

I hope that you're able to see your father again soon. It isn't pleasant, waiting to decide whether or not someone is likely to return.

I... don't believe the two of us have met, but my name is Fuu. Lester-san is a friend of mine. If you would like some company, I would be happy to share it with you.

I think he mentioned you. Sorry, we didn't get the chance to meet until...all of this.

I'll be at his place for a while. If you want to come by. The company would be kind of nice.

Yes, I'd like that.

[ooc: do you want to switch to action? or handwave?]

I'll be here for a while. Stop by when you want...

[Feel free to move to action, I'm down even if I'm a slow bean.]

[Okay! I am too tbh]

[Fuu arrives at Lester's home shortly, feeling somber. She's not sure what Lester has returned to, although she doesn't have reason to think that it's anything especially terrible--his son doesn't seem to be unduly distressed.

Still, it's a melancholy thing to suddenly be cut away from someone you care about so much. She'll miss Lester, and having recently lost her own dear friend of home, she's sure Will could use some companionship right now. She rings the doorbell.]

Mr. Will? It's Fuu Hououji.

[Oh thank goodness.]

[Will, with a lack of anything else to do and with a need to not feel useless, hand taken to start sorting through things. If he kept busy, he couldn't think too much.

The doorbell is a jarring sound, breaking his focus. He's quick to set aside some books he had been sorting through to make for the door.]

Sorry, I was looking at some things. Come in--uh just Will is fine, by the way.

"Will" it is. It's good to meet you.

[She's not surprised by that; American English really doesn't have a way to formally address people that doesn't sound awkward to most people.

She bows politely anyway and looks around at the collection of belongings that he's sorting through.]

Were all of those books his?

Nice to meet you too, circumstances aside.

[He really should have tried to get to know the people Lester was friends with before this had all happened, but he had started to really take his dad's presence for granted. Hindsight and all that.]

I think so. He was pretty fond of writers in general, so it doesn't surprise me.

I wouldn't expect less. [She smiles.] He seems to have had a wide range of interests.

[She's glad to see that, for some reason. One thing she liked best about Lester was how much his frivolous exterior concealed.

Her eye is caught by something familiar--a book she'd given Lester ages ago, Northanger Abbey. It was easily one of her favorites of the English classics. It wasn't this filled with sticky notes when she's gifted it, though. She picks it up with a smile.]

...And he seems to have had plenty of thoughts on their work, too.

...I never really appreciated what he was interested in. [It's a quiet admittance as he thumbs through a series of selected works from varied poets.]

I didn't take the time to really...get to know what they were while he was here, and we never had the chance back home.

I understand that... it's easy to get used to a person being here. And the Porter doesn't seem interested in who we'd rather keep around.

[The first few months are always the most dangerous. Once a person makes it through those, it's easier to feel assured of their presence... to take them for granted, even. But then, after a year has passed, you have to start worrying again--worrying that the Porter has tired of them.

She's experienced all of those. She wonders how much of it Will has gone through. He's been here for a while, she thinks, but she isn't sure.]

I know Lester-san was here for some time. Was he here when you arrived yourself?

He came in just a little after I arrived. It's like he's always been there you know?

[There's a quiet pause as he toys with the book in his hands.]

Before he got ported out my boyfriend was gone for a month, too. If Nico hadn't come back, I'd be alone. Maybe that's why it bothers me so much...outside of it being my dad.

That makes sense.

[What a jar that must be, to accustom yourself to the idea that someone has left only to have them dropped back in again.]

It... is different. No matter what friends we make here in this world... to lose the people who lived the same life you live... it's very lonely. [The loneliness of never having had them is different than the loneliness of reuniting and losing them again, she's found.] They've been the only two from your world?

Making sense doesn't always make it better though, you know?

[He does manage a smile though. It's more than he's managed in days.]

They were the only ones still around. There used to be more of us...Annabeth, Clarise...Magnus and Alex too if you really get into it, even though I never really knew them back home.

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