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Exam passed. Mot was still excited. He'd passed. And now it was time to finally head home to see his parents, who he hadn't seen and barely talked to in six months. He had an accomplishment to bring back to them.

The Grim Reaper was going through what little clothing he had left, neatly packing a bag with things to take home when a strange thump caught his attention. He looked up from the floor, quirking a brow. That was weird. He was going to dismiss it as a trick of the ears, when he heard Roch on the other side of the door. His buddy didn't sound too good.

Concern formed over his features, and Mot got himself up from the floor and made his way to the door, carefully opening it up. "Roch? What's up?"

Freya's name was enough. Enough to send a chill down his back, enough to make him want to run and hide, enough to make him want to puke. Mot held out a hand, steadying the fellow reaper's stagger by holding his shoulder.
Honestly, nothing Roch was saying made sense. He had no idea what was going on. The only thing he did know what his friend didn't look good. He looked awful, like he was on the brink of despair.

So when he requested anything that moment, Mot didn't see it as a joke. Roch was a joking around kind of guy, but this was something else. Mot exhaled, shaking his head and wrapping the punk in a one armed hug. "I've got some of Hel's stew in the fridge. Let's talk, huh?" He would have assumed it was about Xiu, but Freya and singing being thrown into the mix didn't add up. Maybe Roch would fill him in.

Mot shut the door with his foot, patting the guy on the back. Mot wasn't big on hugs, but when a freind needed one this bad, even a boil, he was more than willing to deliver.

"They can do that? When Hel sings for me, I feel calmer.. maybe Freya got the bad end of the gene pool." Mot decided that was probably it. Mot patted Roch again, letting him go and slinking into the kitchen to heat up the stew. "So, why was she singing?"

Mot frowned at his friend's words, sticking a helping of stew over a hot plate to heat up. It was hard enough to forget the field trip without songs of lament pulling them back in full force. His own heart tightened at the thought of the trip bubbling back to the surface.

Mot leaned on the counter, looking over Roch with concern and sympathy. "Last night?" Was he missing something?

Mot grimaced, moving from the counter to approach Roch, sliding a chair over and sitting in front of him. "Partner, don't worry about something like that. That's just the kind of ghoul Xiu is. She'd much sooner place the blame on herself before she ever scorned anyone, more so if it's a friend." Roch's back had been badly injured. He'd seen for himself.

"She just cares about you. And it isn't your fault you were hurt. I know asking for help isn't easy. I really do understand that part." He couldn't imagine trying to mend a back wound on his own. He himself didn't even realize he was supposed to use aloe on his own burns until Hel gave him s**t for it. "If anything, just keep it in mind for the next time you're hurt. If you need help, just ask. My door is always open, too. Literally, actually." He never did like to lock his door. He hated to, actually.

"We're more likely to worry if we know we could have done something but didn't get a chance to."

Mot managed a small smile. "Because if she was manipulative, you could at least blame her, yeah?" That made sense. It was easier to blame others. Even if you didn't want to.

"I guess there is no easy way to avoid her for a while. I know if my friends avoided me, I'd feel like I did something wrong. And you don't want Xiu to think that." So simply not speaking to Xiu for weeks on end wouldn't do at all. "You've got it rough, partner." Nothing would come easy, really. Mot could sympathize. He may not be as passionate about it as Roch, but he also had a one sided love. Though Mot made no effort to get rid of the feeling at all.

Mot noded. That actually sounded like a really good idea. "A break, huh? That sounds like a really good idea. Honestly, I think we all need it. You especially." If Roch could get away for a week or two, he might just have his own time to heal. Mot smirked, looking toward the hot plate. Almost done..

He looked back to Roch. "Hel and Xiu?" The reaper smiled, giving a laugh. "That'd be adorable. I wish I was there." He got to his feet and moved to the kicthen, taking the heated up pot from the hotplate. The stew was stirred some more than poured into a bowl, brought back to Roch and set on the table with a spoon. "Next time, let me know. I'd be down for it. I didn't know you had a karaoke booth."