Tycondrius considered Lone a friend... his loyalty, unquestionable. Though he was unwilling to personally assist him with... that particular endeavor, he could cheer the young man on from the sidelines.
"Right," Tycon nodded. "Get up and... you can work on that... (on your own.)"
"But I'm... a loser..." A tear slid down the Lone Shadowdark's cheek... a tear that Tycon could not pity.
"I don't see how that's my problem... or yours. You have plenty of redeeming qualities."
"R-really?"
"According to probability, yes."
"Boss, I'm gonna-- ughhh... I'm... gonna hrk... die!" Lone blubbered, dry heaving intermittently.
"Oh, hush. You will not," Tycon scolded. "Just get up, before I beat you."
"C-can you help me get a girlfriend?"
"Why are you asking--"
"Bossss!!"
"Aughhhh!! ...Fine," Tycon conceded. "I will help you with... that."
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