It's gotten to him, at last.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

Who: September and anyone who happens upon him
Where: About town and Building 1, making his way to the second floor
When: Pretty much now.
What: September gathers very strange components and puts together an equally strange device
Warnings: Weird science. Weird Observer stuff. Weird.

People are used to seeing September in just about any place around town. To-day, however, he appears to be on a mission, as the sightings are concentrated in, of all places, hardware and medical supply retailers. Why, yes, there are at least a few of those in town, and he's had to make a few substitutions.

Then he has to haul it across town to the apartment building, and this does not seem to be going well. He stops frequently to catch his breath. Eventually he simply hires a rickshaw and piles himself and his large box of purchases into it, submitting to being carried from point a to point b.

Arriving at the building, it's a lot easier for him to pick up the box and step through spacetime to his apartment, though there's a loud clattering thump as he drops the box.

For the next few hours, there's the vague noise of... something... being built.

What is it?

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September's Apartment

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Surprise! It is apparently Opposite's Day! Since September hasn't stopped to visit Diarmuid yet, the little boy has taken it upon himself to go visit his friend instead. He was training before he came to visit, so he is without his usual puppy companion, but he does have both of his training swords sheathed and under his arm.

He's startled when he hears all the banging coming from inside the apartment, and that is why he calls out as well, instead of just knocking on the door, "Lord September! Is everything okay in there?"

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[someonetowatchoveryou]

The thumping and ratcheting stop, and a few moments later the door opens and September looks out. His head tilts, as usual.

"Everything is fine." He's a bit dusty and his hands have grease on them and he's holding a socket wrench. Looks like he is, indeed, building something. One could almost believe that he really was fine, were it not for his flushed face and general breathlessness.

"Do you need something?"

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"Are you sure everything is okay?" Diarmuid doesn't miss the breathlessness or flushed face because both are so out of character for September. The boy tries to peer around his friend and into the room so he can better see what is going on, "Do you need help? I will be glad to help! I'm not doing anything right now. Just taking a break from training!"

As he speaks, Diarmuid continues to try and catch a glimpse of what is behind September in the apartment. His curiosity is piqued. September is not likely to get out of this without giving the boy a much better answer than he already has.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

There is no reason to keep what he is doing secret, so he steps back and lets Diarmuid into the room. His apartment resembles an archive: books and newspapers form rather a lot of neat stacks near the window. Near those is a squashy armchair with a small table next to it. In the centre of the floor is a thing that looks like a pump with a few gauges and controls, a tube snaking out of it and several valves that look ready to have some kind of gas canisters attached to them.

"I do not require help, but... I would not be averse to company." He returns to his work, though he coughs a few times, quietly and a little wearily, while doing so. Thankfully, it's almost finished, which is evidenced by his fitting panels around the machine's moving parts and then affixing what looks like an odd mouthpiece to the end of the tube.

He looks over to the chair at the canisters next to it and gathers his strength to get up and move them.

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When September steps to the side, Diarmuid scampers into the apartment excited to see what is being made. However, when he lays eyes on the...machine, he tilts his head in confusion. He walks around it, looking at it from all angles, but in the end all his observation is for naught since he still has no idea what it is.

However, curious he is, though, September's coughing and just overall tiredness is really worrying Diarmuid, "Lord September, are you sure you are okay? You seem sick again. Do you need a hug?" Honestly, Diarmuid hopes there isn't something more serious wrong with September, since he doesn't know how to help someone who his sicker than a hug will fix.

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He manages to drag the canisters over to the device and coughs a few more times. He still isn't completely accustomed to people inquiring after his health and looks at Diarmuid for a beat before answering.

"I am... mildly unwell," he confesses while attaching said canisters to said device. "The air here is too oxygen-rich for me. This machine will help to remedy the problem. It will supply me with the kind of air that I need in order to better acclimate my system to this environment." He hopes Diarmuid understands all of that, because he isn't sure if he has simpler terms into which to break the explanation.

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"Oxygen-rich? Ac-climate?" Diarmuid repeats the words he doesn't quite understand softly to himself. However, even without knowing those words, he does seem to get the idea. Perhaps, seeing September coughing and generally being out of breath helps with that.

"So it will make it easier for you to breath? Why are you having problems now? You weren't before," Diarmuid looks worried. "Did something change?"

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"Yes." He finishes attaching the canisters and turns a few of the valves carefully. "It has been getting worse, recently. I suspect that recent events have exacerbated the problem. I was... negligent, and did not pay attention to the air quality when I first arrived." When he gets the valves where he wants them, he flicks a small switch and the machine starts chugging away quietly.

"I can become accustomed to this environment properly, now." With that, he sticks the mouthpiece of the thing in his mouth and takes a few deep breaths, relaxing visibly.

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Again, Diarmuid doesn't quite understand all September is saying and he certainly doesn't like how the machine looks, but when his friend starts using it and almost immediately seems better, he can't bring himself to say anything bad about it. Even if it does look scary.

He walks over to September and puts his hand lightly on the man's arm, "It's helping, right? It's making you feel better? Is there anything I can do while you rest?"

Already, his eyes are scanning the apartment and taking note of the few odds and ends that are left over from building the machine. September's apartment is pretty neat so there isn't really much Diarmuid can do to straighten up, but there should be something.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

It does look a bit frightening, with its utilitarian DIY construction. But it doesn't look as though it'll explode or break down anytime soon, so there is that.

September remains where he is, sitting on the floor, back propped against the chair. One hand is draped over his skinny middle and the other holds onto the mouthpiece. His eyes flick open at the touch on his arm. He looks up, carefully removing the mouthpiece so he can speak.

"It is helping, yes." He headtilts a little at the offer, then his gaze drops. When it comes up again, he tries to put the words together. He is very much not used to asking for contact. "If you do not mind, would you... join me?" Whups. Bit low on hugs, it seems.

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The vague request confuses Diarmuid for a moment, but his confusion quickly fades. After all, when September visits he always needs a hug and just because Diarmuid was the one to come visit today, doesn't make that need any different.

"Of course! I can't fix the air for you, but I can hug! That I am good at!" It takes him a few seconds to decide the easiest way to hug September without getting in the way of the machine or the hose but he soon figures it out.

Have one big hug, September. Or, at least as big a one as a small boy can give.

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Again, the slightest beginning of a smile flickers on September's features.

He curls his free arm around Diarmuid, seeming to indicate that he wants the other to stay. It seems he wants some warmth and companionship for a small while, as though he were a cat. A... strange, hairless cat. His eyes are sleepily half-closed.

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Diarmuid smiles at the gesture, and settles next to September happily. He doesn't mind it at all as he is very used to it back home. Gently, he pats the man's arm again, "Rest, Lord September. I will stay here and watch over things while you do. I promise. You don't have to worry about anything while I am here."

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Warmth is very relaxing. His eyes slip shut again and he settles next to Diarmuid.

"Thank you," he murmurs, and places the mouthpiece back into his mouth. It's not long before he falls asleep. That's a strange kind of trust, there, that he would sleep with someone else in the room.

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It doesn't seem strange to Diarmuid. Of course, Diarmuid is a lot more trusting of people than...well most anyone. At the moment, he is just glad that September is getting the rest he really seems to need.

It seems, though, that September is not the only one who could use a little rest. Since he was practicing really hard before he came to visit, Diarmuid is also kind of tired and, not too surprisingly, falls asleep not long after September does.

Hopefully, the man won't mind being a seven-year-old's pillow for a little while.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

He doesn't appear to mind at all, as he sleeps for a few hours, completely oblivious to being used as a pillow.

When he comes round again, feeling much better, it takes a moment for him to remember that that warm thing is Diarmuid curled up next to him. He looks down at him for a moment. Something tells him he should be very careful in getting up off the floor. He reaches back, retrieving a pillow from the chair that he'd been leaning against, and slips it under Diarmuid's head while standing.

Once extricated, he quietly picks up the machine and places it on the table next to the armchair. Then he stops, not entirely sure what to do about a seven-year-old sleeping on his floor.

He spends so much time trying to figure this out that he's still there when Diarmuid wakes up, an oddly paternal expression in his eyes.

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Diarmuid wakes up slowly, rubbing at his eyes and then stretching like a little wavy-haired cat. He mutters something softly and then starts when he wakes up enough to realize that September isn't there anymore. He looks around quickly, and seems relieved when his eyes find his friend. Once he knows September is okay, his worried look turns into a guilty one instead.

"I'm sorry, Lord September! I was suppose to stay awake and watch over you and I fell asleep! Can you forgive me?" The poor boy seems so upset by his lapse that he doesn't even notice the look on September's face. If he did, he would probably be far less worried.

[someonetowatchoveryou]

A strange twinge of pain goes through him, but he knows it isn't physical. It makes his eyes prickle anyway.

"Yes. I do." His eyes go warm and tender, and the beginnings of a smile twitch the corner of his mouth. He reaches out and places his hand on Diarmuid's head with what he'd later identify after close examination as paternal affection.

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"Thank you," Diarmuid bows his head slightly, though a moment later, he is unconsciously pushing up against the hand on his head, since head pats are one of his favorite forms of affection. He looks up at September and the guilt disappears off his face when he sees the warmth in the man's look, "I promise I will do better next time! Are you feeling better after your rest?"

[someonetowatchoveryou]

"Yes." It's all he can think to say at the moment, as his thoughts are preoccupied by this strange, tender feeling that's crept up on him. He blinks rapidly, wondering why his eyes are wet, and rubs at them with his other hand.

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When Diarmuid sees the blinking and wet eyes, worry creeps back onto his face, "Are you sure you are okay?" He looks around quickly, seeming relieved when he spots where September has moved the machine too, "Do you need to use the breathing machine again? I can get it for you!"

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"No, I..." He rubs his eyes again. "It is... emotion."

Only now does it occur to him to maybe bring his eye level down closer to Diarmuid's. He sits on the floor, then, and takes a deep breath.

"You remind me, somewhat, of my... son. I have not seen him in years, but I remember his mind. It is very much like yours."

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"You have a son?" Diarmuid moves closer to September once the man sits on the floor, kneeling in front of him and resting a hand on man's arm. He doesn't quite understand what September means when he says Diarmuid's mind is like his son's, but that doesn't really matter at the moment, "Why haven't you seen him for so long? Did...something happen to him?"

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"He had to be hidden, so that he will remain safe," September answers softly. "I will see him again, but I do not know when, yet. I... know that he is safe and that is enough, for now."

His solemn face and calm voice are the same as always, but there's... a hint of sadness to his voice, now.

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"It would be better if he was with you," Diarmuid unconsciously starts rubbing September's arm in a comforting action. "Fathers should be with their sons. Who else will teach them?" His eyes grow sad, "Knowing someone is safe is one thing. It's good he's safe! But, that doesn't mean you still can't miss him. I am sure he misses you too. Even though I know time isn't moving for my father right now, I miss him. He's safe, but it's not the same as being with him..."