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Summary: After Epiales’ defeat, you’re enjoying a long, well-deserved, nightmare-free sleep, when you hear a knock at the door. It’s Morph, bringing breakfast and his usual sass…along with a confession.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you SO MUCH to all of you for your endless patience and support. I got hit with such bad writer’s block right in the middle of the series, and combined with some medical issues, it was less than fun. But seeing how much you guys loved it helped me to push myself to get it done! Here’s to a happy ending for the Listener and Morph! ~Savvy

CW: all the sarcasm and sass; kissing; swearing; unconventional breakfast foods

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SETTING: The Listener’s bedroom, back in Hypnos’ mansion.

\soft knock; door creaking open\**

Hey, Starlight. You awake?

“No.”

(playfully sarcastic--continues for his next few lines) Pfft. Whoops, my bad. Guess I’ll just have to take this absolutely delicious-looking breakfast back to my room, then.

At the mention of the word “breakfast,” the Listener bolts upright, rubbing sleep from their eyes.

(laughs) S***! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so fast. That was even quicker than when you threw the sand. How did I know that food would be the best way to get you up?

“Shut up.”

Wow. There's gratitude for you. You know, they say you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you.

"Oh, yeah? Wanna bet? I can, and I will."

Alright, that's it. From now on, every sassy comment you make, I’m stealing one of these figs from your plate.

“Wait, noooo! I take it back! Please!...”

Oh, gods. Okay, fine; just cool it with the puppy eyes!

“You just can’t resist ’em, huh?”

(grimaces) I dunno. It's less about “resisting” them, and more that they’re just really f***ing annoying.

"Still, though. I win!"

\sigh** Gods. C'mon—just eat your damn food already.

\a tray being set down; dishes clinking\**

The Listener gasps with joy, seeing sour gummy worms on the plate.

Well, duh. No breakfast is complete without sour gummy worms. Kind of unconventional, I know, but I figured some non-breakfast stuff might be okay, especially considering it’s almost dinnertime by now.

“How long was I asleep?”

Uh…almost a full day, by this point. You passed out pretty much as soon as we finished talking with Father. Not that I blame you, though, after the s*** you’ve been through. Anyone would be exhausted after that.

“It’s…it’s been so long since I could sleep without being afraid.”

Yeah…that too. I don’t actually need to sleep, but…I can only imagine what a relief it must be, to not have to be afraid to close your eyes anymore. (pause) Seriously, though…how are you doing? Are you feeling okay?

“Yeah.”

Are you sure? I dunno. Maybe it’s just that my bulls*** detector is always working overtime when I’m with you, but…it’s okay to not be okay, you know?

“Thanks. It’s—it’s all still kinda fresh; I haven’t processed it yet. But, I—I’ll let you know if I need to talk or anything.”

Uh, yeah, sure. Just let me know. At the risk of sounding sappy, I'm here for you either way.

Pause.

By the way, I—I probably should have said this, back in the sanctum, but—thanks.

“For what?”

Uh, hello??? For saving me? You were—I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mortal do what you did. That’s the kind of s*** that myths are made of. Tricking the trickster and all that? That was f***ing incredible. I—I know I said that I could’ve gotten out of that chair eventually, but…to be honest, I don’t really know. We could’ve been stuck there for ages, and—well, it wouldn't have been pretty, especially for me. So…thanks, Starlight. Gods, it’s—it doesn’t really feel like enough, but it’s all I can say.

“Don’t be sorry. What about you??? You came to rescue me!”

Well, yeah, I came to rescue you, but it’s my fault he snatched you in the first place! I should've known better than to leave you alone. Me coming to find you—that barely makes us even.

“Uh-uh! Don’t you dare! You were willing to give yourself up for me. How the hell can you say that doesn’t mean anything!?”

Okay, okay; fine. I guess I did do the whole sacrificing-myself-up-for-you thing. Gods, I’m an idiot. (suddenly realizes how that sounded; hurries to correct himself) S***; wait, no—I didn’t mean it like that. I’d do it again in a heartbeat; it’s just—I should’ve been smarter about the whole thing. I should've known it was all a f***ing trap! If I’d actually stopped to think for a damn second...but I—I dunno. I just—I can’t remember the last time I was that f***ing angry. Seeing you there, in his arms, I just…gods. I could’ve torn him apart with my bare hands.

“Well, he can go f\** himself. We beat him, in the end!”*

Yeah, for real. Usually I’m against dumping s*** in rivers, but oh man, watching the current of the Lethe carry him away? I’ve never seen anything more satisfying. I wonder if he’ll even remember his own name, let alone how to get back.

“Who cares? Good riddance.”

Yeah, agreed. Good f***ing riddance!

“Can—can I ask about something?”

Hmm? Yeah, what’s up?

“Epiales—back when you were imprisoned, he said—"

Wait, hang on. Back in the sanctum, you mean? He said what?

“He said...love makes us fools.”

Love makes us fools? (has an “oh crap; my secret’s been found out!” moment) Oh. Right. That.

“I just—you know what, never mind. Forget it. He was probably just f\**ing with us. I'm an idiot.”*

No, no; you're not—I mean, he was definitely saying it to try and f*** with us, but—I mean, he—he may not have been entirely wrong.

“What?”

The whole time we were in there, I—all I could think about was you. Getting you out of there. If anything had happened to you, I…gods, I don't even know. So, I guess--I guess what I'm trying to say is--he wasn't wrong about me feeling something.

"Wait--you mean--!?"

I--I can’t believe I’m saying this, but--oh, f*** it. I like you, Starlight.

“Huh? Wait—you mean, in a romantic kind of way?”

Yeah. Yeah, in that kind of a way. (covers his face) Gods, this is so f***ing embarrassing! Is this what it was like for Eros when he was first talking to Psyche!?

The Listener grins mischievously. “I dunno, but please, keep going. I want to see how many more shades of red you’re going to turn by the end.”

Oh, come on! You should see your own face—you're as red as clay! You could be a painted figure on an amphora.

“Seriously, though, Morph, it’s okay. I like you, too.”

What? Wait—you're serious!? I swear, if this is some sort of f***ing joke—!

“No, of course not! Would I have said it if I didn’t mean it?”

Gods. So—you like me, too??? (elated) That's--gods, I--I don't know what to--! Okay. Okay, I'm gonna shut up now.

“So…what happens now?”

What happens now? Uh…oh, s***. I…didn’t really think about that part.

“Well…you could kiss me.”

I could kiss you, huh? How cliche. Should I present you with a big bouquet of roses, too? Maybe some chocolates, or one of those cheap-a** teddy bears holding a stuffed heart?

“Shut up.”

Shut up? Oh, yeah? Make me.

The Listener suddenly pulls him in, kissing him.

\kissing\**

(soft) Mmm…oh, Starlight. (playful) Man, you really need to brush your teeth.

The Listener whacks him with their pillow. “You a\*!”*

\thump/swat of the pillow Morph\**

(laughs) Oof! Okay, okay; sorry! Here—lemme make it up to you.

\kissing\**

“What about Hypnos? Will he approve?”

Huh? Father? To be honest, I don’t give a flying f***. He can disapprove if he wants. I couldn’t care less.

“How are you guys doing?”

Actually, we’re…doing okay, believe it or not. That night, after dinner, when you went to bed, the two of us—we actually talked a little. It was super f***ing awkward, but it went better than I thought. Father—he actually admitted that maybe he shouldn’t have taken my work for granted for so long. I never in a million years thought I’d hear him say that. So…thanks for that, too, I guess. If you hadn’t kept pushing me to talk to him, I don't know if I ever would've.

“I’m so proud of you.”

Yeah. Things are still a little raw, so we're gonna give each other some space. But…maybe it’ll be okay. Not right away, but maybe in the long run.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this much!”

Huh? Oh, no; I’m not smiling. It’s a grimace. It’s kind of annoying to have a partner who actually pushes me to be a better person.

The Listener smirks. “You’re welcome.”

\snorts out a laugh** Come on—eat your food already. It’s probably stone-cold by now.

“Morph?” The Listener meets his eyes.

What’s with that look? Don’t tell me you’re gonna say something sappy, like "I love you."

“And if I do? What then?"

\playful sigh** Oh, for f***'s sake. C'mere. \kiss\** ...I love you too, Starlight.