SIXTY-FOUR: To a Quiet Rabbit_Super Supportive

SIXTY-FOUR: To a Quiet Rabbit

 Alden was stuck in the teleportation bay for so long that he finally took a seat on the floor of the phone booth-sized space and rested his back against the wall. About every five minutes, the securitydy updated him and apologized again for the wait.

 Theyd asked him if he was ustrophobic before telling him hed need to be here for a while. The problem seemed to be his very long stay on the Trsbined with his age and hisck of a psychological profile. Theyd wanted to know if hed been in a high-stress environment while he was away.

 Probably I shouldnt haveughed.

 Anyway, he was going to get a video call from a therapist who specialized in Avowed trauma soon. That would help everyone figure out if he was a healthy, happy new kid who could go to the intake dorms with the other baby Avowed whod recently arrived. Or if he was a damaged superhuman who needed to be closely monitored and kept apart from the general poption for a while.

 It makes sense.

 Not so much for Aldenwhat was he going to do, preserve people to death?but if you imagined an S-rank with serious offensive power suddenly arriving back home from a bad situation

 Alden thought the Artonans would probably do a decent job on their end of things under normal circumstances. They didnt have a reputation for dropping dangerously unstable people back on Earth, as far as he knew. But that didnt mean the Anesidorans shouldpletely trust the process.

 While he waited for his phone call, he rested his arms on top of his bag and essed Wardrobe with a mentalmand.

 He was just going to look at his tabs and his reward gift to make sure they were still there now that he wasnt on Artona I. He didnt want to open the present yet because if random stuff started appearing in the bay with him that would only add to the worries of the people who were trying to ssify his threat level.

 But, to his surprise, the image of the box in Christmas paper was gone.

 When he focused on the empty space where it had been, words appeared:

 [From: Mother

 To: a Quiet Rabbit]

 Alden was confused.

 But a couple of secondster, the particr mote of light that would let him ess his main menus started shing. Alden selected it and saw the Privileges button glowing again. The present is a privilege?

 When he chose the button, he discovered apletely new option had been added to the category, and it was one hed never even heard of before.

 [Choose Persona]

 Temporarily forgetting his mentalmands altogether, Alden lifted a hand and pressed it. Tworge, semi-transparent information panes filled his vision. Each one had a picture of him as he currently lookedwide-eyed and dirtyin the top left corner. Each had a single additional tab with a logogram at the top. They both had a button at the bottom that said, Share Contract Verified Information.

 The windows held a breakdown of his full Avowed profile. They included his rank, overall level, skill level, spells, stats, experienceall of it.

 Alden had seen this profile with the share button before, when he was ying around with his interface. It was obviously the thing you would need for applying to schools and jobs, where they wouldnt want to just take you at your word that you could do some particr magic thing at a certain level.

 But when Alden had seen it before there had only been a single, urate profile. Now he had two to choose from.

 And one of them was a lie.

 Name: Samuel Alden Thorn

 Preferred Name: Alden

 ss: Rabbit

 Rank: B Overall Level: 4 

 Commendation:Exceptional Bravery in the Absence of Obligation

 Awarded by Fourth General Loh Alis-arth

 Skills:

 Let Me Take Your Luggage, B (Level 3)

 Skill Type: item preservation (single item, total)

 Flickerer, F (single level skill)

 Skill Type: minor enchantment interruption temporary

 Spell Impressions:

 The Haunting Sphere, D

 Light Candle, F

 Trait:

 Azure Rabbit

 Trait Type: movement, limited to element ground

 Enhancements:

 Sympathy for Magic +4, Agility + 3, Dexterity +2.5, Speed + 2.5, Stamina +1.75, Strength + 1.5, Proprioception + 1.5, Appeal + 1, Visual Processing + 1, Processing +1.75 (in progress)

 Rmendations and Merits:

 Social Rmendation (LeafSong University, Artona III)

 Emergency Response Merit (LeafSong University, Artona III)

 Mr. Thorn, said the security womans voice, were detecting a significant increase in your heart rate. How are you feeling?

 Way creeped out now that I know the teleportation bay monitors my vital signs.

 UhIm fine, he said, trying not to look as shocked as he felt. Just going through some messages from home. Everyone thought I was dead, so its a lot to take in.

 I can imagine. Give us a few more minutes to sort you out.

 Yeah. Sure. No sweat. Im good in here.

 Honestly, they could leave him to his own devices for the next hour, and he would probably still be trying to get over the fact that he now had a Contract verified fake persona he could use if he chose.

 But they probably arent going to give me that long, so I should think fast.

 Hepared the fake to his real one.

 His real rank and overall level was B-9.

 He was guessing the star indicated hismendation from Alis-arththe one that had also earned him the embroidery shoulder patch design he could wear if he wanted. He couldnt think of what else it might be. And it was something way fancier than hed realized if the System thought it was important enough to tack onto his level.

 His real skill section looked different of course:

 Skills:

 Let Me Take Your Luggage, B (Level 8)

 Skill Type: item preservation (total)

 enchantment preservation (end results vary)

 I can see how this is going to start to look out of hand as I add new facets to the skill. 

 Right now it was kind of like Well, the skill does two simr things. Thats flexible. Lucky Alden.

 But if he underwent a couple more affixations, even this pared-down, human-approved version of the description was going to make people do a double take and wonder what the heck it was.

 Its level 8. And since he hadnt taken another spell or skill that meant the extra authority that was adding up to the ninth level had pretty much all gone to his foundational enhancements.

 The math doesnt quite work out between the profiles as far as apparent level value goes. Must be more wiggle room between how the System presents the numbers than youd think.

 She had said Earth sometimes pandered to peoples egos by rounding up.

 I bet the version of the profile a summoner sees is more urate.

 Alden had not previously had ess to something like that. But now there were the tabs with the logograms at the top of both the profiles. He selected the that tab on the real profile and held back a groan at the sight of it.

 Why would you make something this unnecessarilyplicated?

 It wasnt a profile at all. He thought it was more of a 90-page long user manual for the Ryeh-bt known as Alden, but he wasnt quite sure.

 He suddenly understood what Joe had meant when he said there wasnt a big shing sign announcing what his skill was, and that many Artonans wouldnt even recognize it. Presumably summoners got in verbal talent function descriptions when they ordered up an Avowed from the System.

 Maybe they say something like, I need someone to preserve hazardous materials in aboratory setting in a big hurry. And the System says, Let me introduce you to this foolish Rabbit who just bought ab coat.

 But if the summoner wanted to dig into it and see how the foolish Rabbit worked, they got this mess. It looked like it was lots of numbers plus somepletely unfathomable magical codes. Like Alden was looking at the guts of aputer program written bywell, by aliens. And he was trying to guess what it was for. There were words that indicated he could preserve stuff. But beyond that, even with his new logogram shcard trantion perk trying to help him, it was indecipherable.

 The name Bearer of All Burdens was nowhere to be seen.

 I guess you learn how to interpret skill function in wizard school?

 Or, if Artonans were even a little like humans, most of them half-learned it to pass their sses. Then they forgot it. And they just trusted the Systems rmendations and the Avoweds own word about their abilities when they needed to hire someone to do a job.

 Probably goes double for Rabbits. If youre summoning someone in a hurry to do minor tasks, youre not reading through all of this.

 More interestingly, there were several <empletely different measures of Aldens Rank in the profile manual. Including one that let the summoner know he was an Earth B. And another one that he kept staring at.

 It was being tranted as Priority Rank.

 It was an absolutely massive number. And it constantly fluctuated.

 The more he thought about it, the more Alden felt sure that this was his literal rank in importance. Among all known intelligent beings living under the rulership of the Trary Government.

 There are a lot ofmas in that number, Alden thought as it was re-tranted for him by the System. If I ever develop an arrogance problem, Ill juste here. And humble myself.

 Hepared the numbers on the real profile and the fake. They were both stupidly big. But the fake one was way higher.

 Real me is a muchrger speck of dust in the universal scheme of things. Good to know.

 And on top of all that, there were so many other things to consider about the profiles.

 Apparently Earth liked to call Alis-arth Fourth General in English? That seemed way off-base tonally. She wasnt reallymanding troops from what Alden had seen. He was going to have to look up what the System was calling her in othernguages.

 It was also interesting that the fake profile was giving Alden a false skill and a false spell impression to exin away some of his abilities for him. Flickerer was clearly a cover for his new enchantment preservation. Light Candleit had to be something simr to the little hand-cast spell that hed been using to light the promise sticks for his lessons with Kibby.

 Maybe it was even the exact same one, just the infallible, locked-into-your-being version of it they gave Avowed.

 Thats nice. It would have looked bizarre to people if I didnt have the second spell impression at least. 

 But even with so many details to consider, Alden could barely pull his mind away from the most shocking thing about this gift.

 By adding on the tab with the logogram, the System was making it clear that this new fake profile was designed to lie to Artonans, too.

 Right now, the fake was enclosed by a gold border that said ACTIVE PERSONA along the left edge.

 This was the thingit had to bethat the System used to tell wizards whether or not Alden was summonable for their job in the first ce. It was what determined how he was actually used as an Avowed.

 Andshe was going to help him lie about it.

 To a quiet Rabbit, he thought in wonder.

 She was going to help him stay under the radar, like hed said he wanted to.

 Somewhere, the security people must have been worried about his heart rate again. Because he could hear his own pulse in his ears.

 This isnt normal. This isnt even a little bit normal. All I did was wander around tracking dirt through the Primarys house for a while and drink wevvi with Stuart. 

 This one, stunning gift was something hed never even imagined he could ask for.

 It was more than secrecy.

 Maybe it wasnt that big a deal at this point in time, but as he grew stronger, being thought weaker and less valuable by summoners would be a gift of safety. Alden hadnt realized just how desperately he wanted it until this very moment.

 He was hurt. And he was tired of being scared. And when the therapist finally called, hed been crying a little despite enormous efforts not to do that in a small metal room where strangers worried about his mental wellbeing were watching him on cameras and checking his vitals.

 He med it on his aunts voicemails and the school lunchdy.

 And as a show of good citizenship, he volunteered to share his Contract Verified Avowed profile information with the security people. Just to prove he wasnt some rare variety of dangerous Rabbit.

 You gained three levels in half a year. And a star. We dont see many of those even from adults, said the woman who eventually came to escort him out of the bay. She had on a security uniform and a badge that said her name was Emily. Alden was pretty sure she was a speedster of some kind based on the way she moved. Great work. Really impressive. And Im not just saying that to make you feel better.

 Thanks, he said, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

 You get to hang out with me until they send a car to take you to the intake dorms. So many new teensing in this month. I swear they all just got together and decided that September was the time to register. Have you had dinner yet?

 I havent eaten all day. I think, said Alden. I might have had breakfast. But that could technically have been yesterday. I lost track of at least a few hours.

 Trips out there must be hard. Ive never been. You like Jamaican food?

 I havent had it before. Its from Earth, so I bet I love it.

 Weve got a spot that just opened up in the atrium. Reminds me of my old home. Let me treat you and give you a proper wee to your new one.

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 Alden woke up at two oclock in the Anesidoran morning. The sheets on his new bed were soaked with sweat thanks to a horror soup nightmare featuring demons and a dead Kibby and running through trees, trying to get away from an unseen thing that wanted to hurt him.

 He was normally pretty good at going back to sleep after bad dreams, but he knew the second he opened his eyes that he wouldnt be able to right now.

 His freshly bound authority was roiling. It was a sickening, awful sensation.

 He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself and refocus.

 Dont be such a whiner, he told his authority finally, as if it was something separate from him instead of the essence of who he was. Avowed are supposed to bounce up from our affixations feeling mighty and sting out new kinds of magic.

 He recalled how hed started using the skill right away when he first got it. It had been really fun to experiment with it while Boe and Jeremy watched.

 Its so strange. I cant quite remember how it felt to not feel it.

 With a groan, he tossed off his damp sheets and rolled out of bed. A motion-sensitive light below the frame lit up as soon as his feet hit the floor. It illuminated the reddish faux-wood flooring and the pile of Aldens dirty clothes at the foot of the double bed.

 This was a luxurious room by Aldens standards. There was a television on the wall with dozens of global streaming services. A small private bath held a shower that operated at human temperatures. There were F and Apex cityscape sketches on the walls.

 Instead of curtains or blinds, the bedrooms window had an adjustable tint on it. When it was in transparent mode, like now, it looked out over the water of the Pacific Ocean. The intakeplex was right at the waters edge on the far south side of F-city. And the apartment tower Alden was staying in was on the perimeter of theplex.

 Right now, there was nothing but miles and miles of dark sea between where he stood and Antarctica.

 He stared at the ocean for a while, until finally the fact that he was standing around stark naked started to bother him. He had just copsed into bed without caring about it when he made it through all the hoops that hade with his arrival and he was finally left to his own devices. Now, though, it was a little odd to be a nudist.

 He nced at his one filthy clothing option and wrinkled his nose.

 Nah. Cant sleep. Have money, he muttered to himself. Theres got to be something better even if it is the middle of the night.

 His old Wardrobe purchasesthe housekeeping uniform and the cargo pantswere listed as in-transit right now. He didnt know what that meant except that theyd been stored somewhere and wereing to him slowly instead of through the more expensive direct teleport into his arms. Anyway, what he wanted was underwear, socks, t-shirts...the Wardrobe didnt really do basics.

 He wrapped a towel around his waist, opened the door and poked his head out to examine the rest of the apartment suite. It was empty. The other three bedrooms had their doors open just as they had when hed arrived, and they were still unupied.

 The nighttime intake counselor who was in charge of the two Rabbit floorsa middle-aged guy from Brazil with strong everyones-favorite-teacher vibeshad told Alden not to expect roommates for at least a few weeks.

 Alden suspected that wasnt the norm. It was probably a stealthy amodation to make sure he was okay withoutpletely separating him from the other neers. But he was grateful for it, and he didnt mind taking advantage of the privacy.

 He headed into the living area, feeling almost as impressed with it as he had the first time hed seen it. Effort had clearly gone into making a space that invited social interaction. There was a kitchen with a two-burner stove, a microwave, a toaster oven, and the worlds fanciest, Wright-designed magic coffee maker. Alden was intimidated by the number of features on the thing, but the counselor had said it was one of this particr apartments talking points.

 The other one was a pinball machine in the corner by the sofa.

 Every suite had stuff like this, to encourage people to hang out with their new roommates and venture into other apartments to meet the neighbors. There was an entire cab stocked with coffee syrups, ssware, and mugs, in case Alden or any future residents wanted to be the dorms barista.

 The idea was that a bunch of superpowered teenagers whod left behind not only their homes and families, but also their countries and cultures, needed new friends fast. There was a calendar on the fridge and avable through his interface that was filled withmunity activities and sses for the month, too. About half of them werepletely optional, and the other half involved a credit system Alden hadnt looked into yet. It seemed like you had to attend a certain minimum number before you were allowed to leave and get your own ce, unless you were heading straight into one of the schools boarding programs.

 He headed over to the counter where hed dropped off the pair ofrge wee gift bags theyd given him at the counselors desk. He dumped them out, and shook his head again at the randomness of the contents.

 Candy, a bag of mixed nuts, deodorant samples, an enamel bunny rabbit pin, a stress ball with the logo for a dance studio on it, a dark green baseball cap with the Anesidoran g design on the front, an invitation to a Rabbits-only wee party that would be held in a ballroom somewhere in December, and coupons.

 Tons and tons of coupons.

 It turned out there was a fairly well adhered-to no System spam mail policy among superhumans. Having junk mail in your actual brain was just uncool. And since loads of Avowed didnt bother to receive messages in any other way, advertisements on Anesidora came to you on paper.

 Alden started sorting through his coupons.

 All right, he thought. Which of you sells clothes and is open 24/7?

 He organized them all for his own amusement. Thergest stack by far was for restaurants, but everything else a person might need was there, too. All new Avowed got a decent argold stipend every month for their first year and a half on the ind. So they were probably an ideal target audience for advertisers.

 There were several clothing stores. Most seemed to be popr name brands from various countries, but a few were purely local. None said they were open all night.

 But there were errand runner services, and one of them was delightfully named DRAGON RABBIT GETS YOU THINGS.

 The postcard was written in Spanish. Alden was decent enough at it to read the simpler words, but the System trantion was helping.

 Dragon Rabbit would get you anything, anytime, day or night. Drone delivery avable. Just try it if you didnt believe. Ten percent off for first-time customers.

 There was a picture of a dragon with bunny ears sitting on a hoard of food, essories, and electronics. Alden feltpelled to put his fellow Rabbit to the test.

 He held up the card. Call this person, he said. Voice or text only.

 A millisecondter a mans voice answered. >

 Alden was already inspired.

 Can I get a couple of t-shirts and some jeans and boxers and socks and a pair of sneakers delivered by drone? Tonight?

 >

 Really? Cool. What do I owe you?

 >

 Alden found himself faced with a dark temptation. He couldnt sleep. And he had twelve million dors. And he was standing around in a towel talking to someone named Dragon Rabbit while he ate candy all alone in a luxury apartment.

 Actually, let me change my request a little. What I want is five hundredno, a thousand argold worth of clothing, he said. I want stuff that fits me well. And I want to look like an average American teenage guy.

 > said Dragon Rabbit. >

 I have a coupon.

 >

 Awesome.

 He transferred the money.

 The thing was, it was no big deal if aplete stranger who didnt even use their real name cheated him out of around three thousand dors. Alden had never been rich before, and he wanted to see what would happen if you gave an unsleeping errand Rabbit a mission and the money he needed toplete it.

 About two hourster, he got a notification from the intake facilitys security person that a package had arrived for him by delivery drone. Several minutes after that, one of the dorms owndelivery dronesa rolling box with uncanny cartoon eyes painted on ittrundled into the apartment right by itself and spat arge parcel onto the floor by Aldens bedroom door. He spied on it through the crack.

 The drone quietly left, and the main apartment door shut behind it.

 Alden dragged the package into his room and opened it.

 He would have been happy, he thought, even if it was full of random ugly things that didnt fit. Novelty had its merits when you were trying to focus on anything outside yourself.

 But Dragon Rabbit was good at his job.

 Everything was new stuff, still in its original packaging or with the tags on. It was all pretty much the right size. And it was interesting to see how the errand runner had decided to interpret average American teenage guy.

 Alden could be preppy in a cable-knit sweater and chinos. Or he could do jeansstrategically ripped or unrippedand a ck t-Shirt with a skull on it. Or he could wear a random fan football jersey for a team he did not know. There were also some in colored t-shirts, a id button-down, a brown hoodie, twelve pairs of socks, leather flip-flops, and two new sets of sneakersone a casual high-top and the other a more athletic pair.

 Pajama pants, he said to his empty room as he held up some nnel ones. Nice touch. Didnt think of those.

 Hed also gotten a stocking hat. Who didnt want a nice stocking hat every now and then?

 It was all so human. It felt good to be surrounded by it. And it made the room look more lived-in to have something to stick in the closet.

 After he was done trying on all the new things, he dered himself officially sessful at surviving his first night back on his home. He managed to persuade the coffeemaker to give him what he thought was a double shot of espresso, and he drank a sip while he sat on a counter stool in his non-ripped jeans and the skull shirt.

 He was thinking it was the ironic choice. Since he was not dead.

 Text this to Boe, he said. Hey. How do you drink coffee, anyway? Its bitter as hell, and I dont think its just because Ive been stuck on wevvi for too long.

 It was seven oclock in the morning in Chicago. Alden finally thought that he could have a conversation with his friends without worrying abouting across as different in too many worrying ways.

 Boe should be up by now, and if he wasn''t, he needed to be woken. The jerk hadnt even answered his Im alive text from yesterday. Admittedly, Alden had said he would reach out again when hed dealt with the Anesidora stuff, butplete silence from Boe was odd.

 Jeremy had texted back several illegible things before hed finally gotten control of the autocorrect. Alden hoped hed slept.

 Boe didnt answer.

 Alden added non-dairy creamer to his espresso and stuck out his tongue at the taste.

 Nope. Still bad.

 He dumped it into the sink and poked different parts of the machine, trying to see if he could get it to spit out something better.

 It gurgled. He got hot water. He threw a tea bag he found in the supply cab into it and waited for it to steep while he stared at the light that would blink when his friend texted him back.

 It didnt.

 Text Jeremy, he said finally. Hey. You awake? Im back on Earth and officially among the living.

 He got back neen exmation points, and a millisecondter, a video call came in. Alden epted it, and Jeremys face appeared, wobbling around as he held up his cell phone with one hand and walked through the living room into his familys big, industrial-chic kitchen.

 Alden took in the sight of his friend. He still looked just like Jeremy. Same haircut. Same slightly crooked nose. Hed broken it in a skateboard ident before they knew each other.

 Seeing his face felt like time travel.

 But the speed of his answer and the slightly bloodshot eyes were unusual. Hes probably been waiting around all night for my call.

 Sorry it took me so long, Alden said.

 He didnt know whether he meant the call or everything else.

 Jeremy just stared at him for a full minute. Im so fucking d to see you, Alden, he said finally, leaning back against the sink. Are you okay?

 Im okay.

 Yeah, butare you really okay?

 This is going to be a thing with everyone, isnt it? Hed gotten an almost identical question from several total strangers yesterday. And even Stu-arth, now that he thought about it.

 Im definitely more okay than I have been for the past several months, he said after a moment. Im d to be home. Im looking forward to doing normal stuff. Normal-er stuff. I think Im all right.

 Can Ie see you? Or can youe back home for a while? Is that a thing we can do?

 Alden nodded. Yeah. At least on the youing here front. I think itll be a few weeks, though. Anesidora is good about immediate family travel passes, but friend passes are harder. The therapist yesterday mentioned it would be an option. Im talking with her again this afternoon. I think shes going to put some kind of rmendation in my file to expand my guest list, since Ive only got Connie. And Cly Zhao might be working on it, too.

 Adopt me, Jeremy said immediately. Ill be your non-Avowed son.

 Alden felt a huge rush of relief. So they could still joke around with each other. It wasnt all going to be super serious. Thank goodness. My son whos three months older than me?

 Age is just a number.

 Alden grinned. Yeah. Anyway, Ill adopt you or dere you my blood brother or something if I have to. They seem to have a really strong focus on getting new Avowed settled into life on the ind with minimal friction, so itll work out. Uhhow have you been?

 Im fine, man. Ive been here on Earth. Eating chicken nuggets and going to high school.

 And helping Aunt Connie. A lot, Alden added. She mentioned you in like every other voicemail she sent me. Thank you for that.

 Jeremy looked surprised. Well, yeah! Obviously I wasnt just going to let her deal with everything on her own. It turns out my mom really likes having her over for dinner every other Saturday. Shes a lot more fun than the people from thew firm.

 Alden hadnt realized Jeremy had gone so far as to pull Connie into his family circle.

 Jeremy, you might actually be a saint.

 No. I let her put your stuffed wombat in her room. She and Mr. Tiger Shorts are getting serious about each other, by the way. The things that poor innocent creature has seen by now

 Aldenughed so hard he spilled hot tea all over the counter. Oh shit. He shook liquid from his fingers. Youre a cruel man. Why would you put that image in my brain?

 Its your punishment for making me think you were gone. Jeremy tilted his head. Uhcan you tell me where you were? No details necessary if you dont want. Is it all top secret Avowed stuff a regr human guy cant hear? It wasnt that Manon person

 No. It was just a random ident, Alden said. Mostly. I epted a side quest from one of the professors at the university. To go to Moon Thegund.

 Thatssome near Artona I? Jeremy asked.

 Giant moon orbiting Kimnor. Its not a very important ce even though its in the same sr system as the Mother. I think it used to be more significant, but now its a low-poption backwater with a System thats been half-broken since before Earth became a resource world. He found a roll of paper towels in a cab and started wiping up the mess hed made. Anyway, while I was there it went from half-broken topletely gone.

 Jeremy frowned. Gone?

 Yeah.

 Likeno System at all?

 Yep. It was a total copse. Theres a big team of wizards there now. Theyre going to have to build a new one from scratch. Its something that takes a few months.

 What was that even like?

 Inconvenient, Alden said dryly, tossing the soggy paper towels in the trash. No teleports. Nomunications. I was on the wrong half of the moon, and there wasnt even something like a cell phone tower.

 Damn. So youve been roughing it on a moon for six months?

 Well, there was a giant mad scientistsboratory full of supplies. And a chaos event and some demons and a really cool little Artonan girl named Kibby.

 Jeremys eyes were huge.

 SeeI realize now I should probably have opened with the chaos problem. Alden ran a hand through his hair. That was why the System went down in the first ce. I havent had a lot of practice telling the story.

 What the heck, Alden?

 They were very little demons. Like drunk hell bees.

 Dude.

 And they were only around for a couple of months.

 Seriously?

 Chaos sucks. By the way. Much, much more than anticipated.

 Are you sure youre all right?

 I have a fancy coffee pot in my intake apartment. And a pinball machine. And I have twelve million dors.

 Okaaay. Jeremys eyebrows were drawn together in concern. Those are all positives?

 Wheres Boe?

 It just popped out. Alden had been nning to talk to Jeremy about other things for longer. But ever since thest unanswered text, he had a knot of something like panic in his chest. No voicemails from Boe in months, no mention of him from Connie or Jeremy

 Um Jeremy looked away from his phones camera.

 Hes not dead, is he?

 Alden wasnt joking. Some part of him that was now a little too used to horrible things happening was really waiting for Jeremy to say, Yes, Alden. Your closest friend died while you were away.

 Hes fine, Jeremy said quickly. Or hell tell you hes fine and get super pissed if you disagree. When he bothers to contact you. Once every five or six weeks. Or maybe thats just me, and hell actually answer your messages. He says hes not ignoring me, that he just doesnt get my texts. But I dont know.

 What happened while I was gone?

 Jeremys face was uncharacteristically serious. I think your death really messed him up, he said. Way more than I realized at first. And he decided you were dead right away, man. The same day the official Missing on Assignment: Irretrievable status came in from the Artonans. He looked up some statistics on his phone, and then he said, So, hes dead.

 "Oh."

 Jeremy groaned. Alden, I was so mad. I could have strangled him. Connie and I were both telling each other, We could hear back from him any second now. Wait and see. And he came into the conversation with that.

 Boes not Alden tried to think of how to put it. I dont think hopeful is part of his makeup? Hes always been that way. He didnt mean anything bad by it, he just prefers to operate on facts.

 Alden understood it. When you had a choice between desperately hoping for something unlikely and moving forward with your lifehope wasnt always better. There was a reason people held funerals even without a body. Denial couldnt go on forever.

 I get it. But its still hard to deal with someone like that when youre in the maybe-this-isnt-really-happening phase of your friend going missing, Jeremy replied. He apologized about it the next day. And then he was very, very nice for a while. To me and Connie and even people at school. Even the ones he hates.

 That was possibly the most rming thing Jeremy could have said.

 He was great, actually, Jeremy admitted. For a few weeks. And I realize in hindsight that he must have been putting in crazy amounts of effort because emotionally supporting others is not something he usually does.

 Actually, Boe could be good at that despite his own protests to the contrary. He just very rarely made an effort to be. Jeremy probably hadnt seen it before.

 He finallyI think he just snapped. You were all over the local news. They dug up all the old Body Drainer stuff

 They did? Alden hadnt expected that.

 Sorry. Once it finally got out, it was a big thing. Tragic victim of the worst superviin incident in Chicago in recent years bes a B-rank Avowed, gets summoned on his way into the conste to register, dies on his first assignment

 Jeremy gave him an apologetic look. You only blipped across national news for a couple of days, but here, it was two weeks worth of seeing pictures of you and hearing hot takes from random people about the dumbest stuff. Should traumatized youth ever be selected as Avowed? Are Artonans evil for summoning fifteen-year-olds? Are humans evil for forcing fifteen-year-olds to leave their home countries? What did Alden Thorns friends and ssmates think of him?

 Ugh. They called me a traumatized youth? Like Body Drainer was still messing me up so bad I cant function? It was years ago.

 I can send you clips of some of it if you

 I never want to see it, Alden said. Its justnoise. With my name attached. Please tell me it finally died out.

 Jeremy nodded. Yeah, youre old news now. Your return from the dead will probably change that for a minute, but you can just refuse toment, right? And itll go away again.

 The inte will remember, Alden said darkly.

 Jeremy didnt disagree.

 Anyway, we were steeped in that. And then there was your memorial thing at school right before summer break, and Boe was mad about it. I could tell. But he didnt say anything. And he went to it and sat there like a statue for the whole service. Then, when I got home, the window was open in my bedroom and hed dropped off your cat with a bag of food. There was a note on my pillow that said, Im taking a vacation from people.

 A vacation from people?

 He ran away from home. And everything else. Doesnt answer his phone. I was scared he had hurt himself or something, but he swung by around a week and a halfter. He looked just as bad as he did at the funeral, and he was in one hell of a unique mood.

 Unique how? Alden asked, dreading the answer.

 Jeremy slouched against the sink. Honestly? he said in a near whisper. I think he wanted me to beat the shit out of him. He said the worst things to me. They weretoo fucking awful. To the point where I stopped being mad and started thinking he was actually going insane.

 Jeremy

 Once he realized I thought he needed an exorcist instead of an ass-kicking, he punched my bedroom wall, apologized, and left. I havent seen him in person since. I just get the asional phone call. I thought maybe hede back when school started again, but he didnt.

 Alden didnt know what to say.

 Sorry. Its not great news toe home to. I know you two have been best friends for years. Dont worry too much about him. Hisst call was actually normal. We argued about movies for a couple of hours. He seemed like himself again. And Im sure you being alive cant hurt.

 Boe, you werent supposed to fall apart. 

 He recognized that it was an odd thing to think. Why couldnt Boe fall apart? Time hadnt just frozen here at home while he was away. People kept moving and changing and dealing with stuff.

 He stared out over the apartments living room area without really seeing any of it.

 Hey, said Jeremy, a note of forced cheer in his voice, youre going to see Connie today, right?

 Alden shook himself. Yeah. I think so. I thought Id teleport her inter after I sorted some things. I have to find out if its okay for her toe stay here at the dorm overnight or if I need to get her a room somece else.

 Can I send Victor with her? Can you have pets?

 Alden blinked. Ihave no idea. Wait. Did you say Boe left the cat with you?

 Yeah. Yourndlord is on a rat poisoning mission, and Connie was afraid Victor would eat one of them. Theres fur everywhere in my room. I have to keep him in there because my dad and my sister are allergic.

 Victors more of a street cat who deigns to let me feed him. Hes not really a big fan of confinement. Isnt your roompletely destroyed?

 Hes used to it now. Its fine except for his weekly bath.

 Alden had never once attempted to bathe the semi-evil cat. He valued his body too much.

 About my room, though, said Jeremy, a strange expression on his face. Let me show you my new poster.

 Poster?

 Yeah, he said casually. Got it a few months ago. Havent shown it to anyone else. I dont think we should talk about it. I think you need to see it.

 Sure?

 Jeremy was already walking toward the stairs with his phone. A minuteter, he opened the door into his familiar room and switched on the light. A shockingly fat and fluffy orange cat, with a cor and a bell, was stretched out on the duvet.

 My poster, said Jeremy, striding over to a brick wall and turning the phone toward it so Alden could see.

 ItsYellowstone National Park, said Alden, baffled. Thats outdoorsy of you.

 Right? Jeremys tone was odd. Make sure you take a good look at this part.

 While Alden watched, his friend pried up the tape at the bottom of the poster and lifted the paper.

 There was a hole in the wall. Not a massive one. But a couple of bricks were missing, there were some cracks, and the copper pipes on the other side were visible.

 Yellowstone, said Jeremy, dropping the poster back. I spend a lot of time thinking about it.

 Alden stared.

 Jeremy. Did you say Boe tried to hit you?

 No. I was on the other side of the room. Guy just needed to relieve some tension. Hit the wall. After I refused to beat him up. Jeremy paused. Apparently he has a lot of faith in my workout routine.

 Aldenughed. He wasnt sure if it was actually funny or if he was just too shocked for another response.

 Thatasshole, he said finally.

 Such an asshole, Jeremy agreed. Such a skinny, pale, weak-looking asshole.

 They both stared at each other, and then, for some strange reason, they burst outughing at the same time.

 I really missed you, Alden said when theyd stopped cracking up. Sorry everything got turned sideways because of me. But I really did miss you so much.

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SIXTY-FOUR: To a Quiet Rabbit