morality

[duke_of_illusions]

As Barma promised, he returns the next morning, ready to help poor Jack acclimatize to the mansion. He knocks on the door gently, reluctant to wake him if he's sleeping.

"Jack?"

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[surfacage.livejournal.com]

He beams up, brightly, at Rufus.

"Mmmkay," Jack starts, trying to find a hair tie on the bedside table.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Empathy, Barma suspects, is a little too much to really try to instill in him, so this will have to be enough for now.

"Do you have a brush?"

[surfacage.livejournal.com]

"I found one here!"

He roots around in the desk drawer for one, biting his lip as his hands sift through vaguely pointed objects.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

Barma doesn't tell him to be careful- he knows.

"All right. Your usual braid?"

[surfacage.livejournal.com]

"...uh-huh," he answered, sitting properly on the edge of the bed and staring up at the duke. "How'd you know I have a braid, sir?"

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"I know other versions of you, remember?"

He takes the brush from him and sets to work.

[surfacage.livejournal.com]

"...oh. Right. I'm sorry I forgot."

He closes his eyes and smiles a little. Getting his hair brushed is one of his favourite things.

[info-barma.livejournal.com]

"That's fine."

He knows how to do it without pulling, too, given long experience with his own hair.

[surfacage.livejournal.com]

"...why is your hair very long, Sir Rufus?"