[Open Post] ..only want to glean the purpose..

[lanselos_du_lac]

Since they learned of Shen Yuan's death, things have been subdued; rightly so, Lancelot reasons. He has done what he can to be a support for those he loves, and to keep his own worry and anxiety at bay. He worries about how they are all doing, about whether or not they are safe, about what he can do to make anything better -- which often feels like nothing. It's unsettling, and he wants to stay settled and present for them, so he determines to find a way to be so.

As has always been the case for him, being outside helps. The weather is warming and true spring is settling in. (He has difficulty keeping track of what time may be like back in Britain¹, but he suspects that it is early summer there. If so, then he supposes that means he is another year older, which is a strangely hopeful thought.) And so, after his lunch with Susan, he heads back out -- he might ride, or walk through the woods, or explore the lake. Whatever keeps him out in the sunshine, under the sky.



^{1: He has not quite realized this yet, but he has generally stopped thinking "at home" when he means Camelot, or Britain in general. That this place -- no, these people -- have become home in so short a span is something he has to take by degrees, lest he worry about what it means for his relationship with those he left behind there.}

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[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot shakes his head, "Nothing in particular. Just that much of what I have may be uncomfortable if it gets very warm, here."

[kadewest]

"Oh, that's easy enough to remedy."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Yes?"

[kadewest]

"Lighter fabrics, different cuts... there's tons of options."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I see. That could be interesting."

[kadewest]

"Well, what did you do in England when it got hot out?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I did have lighter fabrics," he acknowledges, "for everyday. If it was very hot, sometimes I swam. Sometimes, though, I had no choice but to bear it, particularly if I needed to be in armor."

[kadewest]

Kade shivers. "I remember those days," he says, and then smiles brightly. "You're going to be so comfy."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot smiles, "I did find the clothes thou gavest me to be quite comfortable."

[kadewest]

"That's what I like to hear," grinning.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"The sweater surprised me. I am rarely cold, but that felt quite good on the worst days."

[kadewest]

Kade's grin widens. "Being cozy is the best."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"I was thankful to thee as I wore it. Those things-- they were quite a gift."

[kadewest]

"Oh, psh, I never give gifts. I'll charge you more stories for your summer wardrobe."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"That seems a fair trade."

[kadewest]

"Good!" Kade has very nearly gotten his heartbeat down to a reasonable level after his little bout of exercise. "Just say the word, we can fix you right up."

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Things are a little busy at the moment, but perhaps some time next week?"

[kadewest]

"Yeah? You got a packed schedule?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"At the moment, yes. A bit. It is good to be busy, though."

[kadewest]

"Agreed," Kade says, emphatically, and gives Lancelot a little grin. "So you should have me make you more clothes."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He laughs, "Art thou not busy enough to suit thee?"

[kadewest]

"Oh, never. I mean, there's always more books to read, but a man can only make himself so many vests before it gets truly egregious."

[lanselos_du_lac]

He chuckles. Then, "I wore the vest without the jacket to Dionysus' party. So perhaps vests are a good look?"

[kadewest]

Kade, who wears vests forty-nine days out of fifty (when he isn't running), laughs. "You're preaching to the choir, brother," he says.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"We shall have to explore that, then. I'm sure I can find a tale for thee."