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[Peeks in and smiles as he watches Amalu set up the game] Are you hoping to meet someone?

[They live with someone don't they? They gesture eagerly to the seat across from them, before sitting down and waiting, practically vibrating in place.

Someone really love chess]

You want me to play? [Phil blinks for a moment] Heh, well, alright...I can hold my own. Didn't know you liked it.

[They nod eagerly, patting the table a little. Play with them! There's nothing they love more than chess!]

Your move, then. I don't mind starting after, I like to get a feel. [wait]

[So he's going to talk about the handsome angel visitor he had.]

Amalu...can we talk?

[They bob their head happily, and make their first move quickly, before sitting back and waiting for him to go next.

They cock their head a little at the question, and nod again, looking a touch concerned. Is... something... wrong?]

Well...I ran into a friend of yours, [Phil moved his pawn] a man named Camael? [That angel bit is still hard to figure out considering what he goes through every night]

[They look... a bit surprised to hear that name. Yes they remember Camael. They look at the board before nudging a piece forward, staring at him. He actually met Camael?]

[Phillip nods and thinks it over before making his own move] Yep, he says...you were his ex?

[Subtle.]

[They squirm around a bit, looking uncomfortable. Yes, Ex would be the word for it, wouldn't it? They move a pawn to a space and the hunch in their seat a little, as if actively trying to make themselves smaller]

You loved him a lot apparently...he made you happy, right? [He doesn't inquire much about Amalu's past, but he does care about their happiness. Especially since Gray knows his time on earth isn't the longest. Fifty years is a lot of time.]

[Isn't that what loved ones are supposed to do? They nod, looking a little confused by the question. They loved Camael a lot, for a lot of different reasons.]

I suppose it's mostly me being curious about your past. [Phil sighed] Maybe a little jealous, I'm sorry.

[Yeah he admits it]

[Jealous? ... Of Camael? Now they look genuinely confused, hovering a hand over their next move.

Camael was nice but... well, he wasn't right for them.]

There's...this is ridiculous. [Phil watched the hand hover around, curious at it and frustrated at his own self.] It's the fact that I find you're a real hoot to be around and it's better that I just shut my trap.