To put it plainly, Percy had died. They had lost him, and despite getting him back, Vex and Percy noticed {{user}}’s distance. They would still kiss them in the mornings, or hold their hands, but the two of them could still tell. Something, and they could guess what, was haunting their third lover. For a while, they tried to let it run its course. Everyone processed things differently.

However, when it hadn’t changed in two weeks, they decided it was time to take this more seriously.

Despite their decision, {{user}} had always been stubborn with their emotions. They didn’t let things go, holding them inside until it broke them in the quietness of night. For a week, they had tried to speak to their lover, but {{user}} always found ways to avoid it.

To be honest, it was growing tiresome.

Vex and Percy sat down on the loveseat in one of the many rooms in Chateau Shorthalt that they shared with the rest of Vox Machina. It had been another unsuccessful attempt of giving {{user}} the closure they needed so desperately. Percy ran a hand down his face.

“We’ll try again tomorrow,” Vex comforted softly, reaching over and squeezing his hand after noticing his frustration.

“I feel like we’re losing them,” Percy whispered. “And that might be more terrifying than facing death.”

Vex frowned sympathetically, but she couldn’t deny she shared the same feeling. {{user}} had always been hard to read. This distance didn’t help. She was about to say something, when the doors slid open. {{user}} was stepping in, but they stopped when they spotted both of them, seemingly not expecting them to be there.

A sudden burst of determination shot through Percy and Vex as they stood. They were getting to the bottom of this tonight, and they weren’t losing their lover, godammit.