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It had been a day, perhaps more. The initial pain had dulled to a numb and depressing hum in his mind. He had been the one to initiate the break up, but it didn't mean it was easy. It was just the right thing to do. The hard thing to do. It was a way that meant pain for them both.

The reaper hesitated to reach out, keeping to himself with only FooFoo as a companion to ride out the emotional roller coaster. However a misbehaving foxfire chewing on what he assumed was a stolen undergarment from one of his little adventures did little to even bring a scowl or smile. He simply stared with dead eyes at the small minipet.

This needed to stop. He needed to get past this. He needed a friend.



It took him ten minutes to come up with that text, before hitting send and then simply dropping the phone o the floor. His head met the table again, his arms curling around his face.

Barely a finger twitched as he heard the door burst open. His heart didn't even seem to acknowledge the present company right away. It was all just noise. Nothing more. The arms that soon wrapped around him from where he sat brought some small semblance of comfort. A somewhat cool body, but a body none the less. It was contact from another being, and one he knew well.

But he could still barely move a hand or bat an eyelash from his curled up posture, his face still buried in the crook of his arms. He'd been all cried out, but that welling feeling inside was starting to stir once more. It hurt, but at least he felt something again.

He struggled mentally for something to say. A thank you. Anything.

Nothing but a blank void of darkness.

It took a long moment, until his hands tightened around his arms. A sharp inhale heard from within the nest of long black hair folded over his head. "It was the right thing to do.." He spoke quietly, a sad and desperate tone to his raspy voice. "I know it was..."

Mot sat up after a while, his face now visible through messy looking bangs, the rest of his hair pulled into a loose and messy braid. His terra cotta eyes, normally bright and full of life seemed dull and muted. His eye bags more pronounced, his complexion greyer. He gestured a hand softly to a chair beside him, the simple hand movement felt like he was lifting a brick in his palm, every cell in his body made of lead.

"We've had a lot of fights. More than I feel is healthy. We.. managed to fix them, usually. Solved problems, and worked through it. That.. is what a relationship means.." His voice barely carried. He was a shell of a man at this moment. "But.. the fights were almost always about the same thing.. and this last one it just... it just was eye opening. I was being selfish. I love her with all my heart, but to try and make this work was hurting her. That very fire I adore in hel is what always set me off."

Mot shook his head softly, eyes downcast, not looking at anything at all. "We never fought like this as friends." He answered softly. "She's impulsive. She'll rush into things without thinking. The rules she sets on me, she often feels do not apply to her, especially when she is fixed on something." Mot breathed in a long breath before letting out a sigh.

"Differences in opinion, unable to reach a compromise, so many other issues.. It's not just her though. I have so many flaws that have caused her grief. My skittishness, my insecurities. I worked through my intimacy issues, yes. But then there is the fact I'm often mad at her, and my discontent causes her such sadness."

Mot leaned back in his chair, his arms dangling at his sides. "I told her we should take time to reflect. I'm just.. tired of fighting."

Mot nodded softly. "Time off is best. If I rush through it, charge through every fight blind, I'll end up saying something I'll regret."

Her question was met with silence for a moment, his slow mind working for an answer. "Nothing. ...I don't... have anything planned." Lost.

Lizzy's assurance was just what he had been hoping for him and Hel. He hoped time would help them both sort things out. Time to look at them from outside the fire, where they would not be burned. He gave her a small nod, his eyes barely able to meet hers.

The suggestion was met with eye contact for certain, and while his eyes did not sparkle, at least it seemed there was someone behind those closed doors.

"I think that's a good idea. I'd love to help you." He said softly. Thinking about his relationship was only making him depressed, making him regret his hard thought decision. It was not helping him now.

Mot nodded again. He was with Lizzy, so he felt better about letting himself emote, but those emotions still felt locked up. They would come out in time, he hoped. He knew it was not healthy to be so catatonic.

Mot let himself focus on Lizzy's voice, her dilemna. Learning her father was a Boogeyman was surprising, but in a small way exciting too. He was definitely interested in solving this mystery. Death was not easy to come by, so what happened to the father of Lizzy?

"I want to help." Mot answered solemnly. "We've only seen the dark side of the Boogeymen lately, but men like your Father can't be in short numbers. So.. sounds like we'll be making a trip to your house." This was not only an opportunity to bring his best friend closure about the mystery surrounding her absent father, but a chance to solve a mystery.

A detective.. wow. Mot liked the sound of that.

A small light parted the clouds in Mot's heart. A mystery to be solved, and helping out a dear friend. It was something he could focus on until the fog cleared. It was almost exciting. "They have a purpose, just like all jobs do. They're often forced to make tough decisions that don't always put them in the best light. That's all." Corruption was there, sure, but that sort of thing existed everywhere. Some was more public than others.

"This weekend sounds good. It will be nice to see your mother again." He managed a brief, mild smile.