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It's been some time since Thor has sought the Nexus for advice. Which is not to say that he's not a regular visitor, but he's felt relatively assured in his day-to-day life enough to feel that he has a good handle on what he's doing with himself, or at least that his struggles are routine and need little guidance to overcome. Today, apparently, this is not the case.

One might be forgiven for assuming the glass bottle in his hand is beer at first glance, but on closer inspection it seems to be a cream soda instead. It's not what he wants, but just having a drink in his hands seems to be a comfort, making it easier to think. The little picnic table is off to one side off the main Plaza, its benches warmed by the summer sun as it overlooks a small koi pond. Thor's one good eye stares through the glinting fish rather than watching them, lost in thought.

What's he supposed to do now?

Is this even a good idea? What happens once a few decades pass? What if he decides not to risk it, and she leaves? Should he even be seriously considering putting himself through this again? He doesn't even know his own heart yet, what if he ends up stringing her along without meaning to?

Those are the questions he keeps to himself, but there are more yet to ask. He picks at the soda label with his prosthetic fingers, metal lightly tapping against the glass.

"How do you realize when you're in love?" Not quite getting to the point, but Thor is honestly not even sure where to start on this one.

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Mysterious unseen voices are rarely a good sign, and Thor's absent distraction becomes focused rather suddenly on the origin of the speaker. He can't see them clearly enough to know if it's just someone perched up in a tree, or something more... supernatural. Spirits abound in the Nexus, and he's run afoul of his share.

"It's not like that," he protests, a hint of wariness in his voice. "Unless being confessed to means you must feel the same in return."

It's just there chillin' in the oak tree shadow, really. Perhaps eventually a face might become more clear; some outline of a body. Not particularly human looking. As for the topic at hand? Aaah, well then. That's another matter. And to that, Albtraum hums.

"So what is the problem, are you unsure of your own feelings? If not, it's a matter of honesty."

"Among other things." It's the question upon which the others rest, though, so arguably it's the most important, if you ask Thor. He doesn't look convinced by the stranger's claim though, peering at them skeptically. "You think it so simple?"

Albtraum thinks a moment, finger pointed upward as if just about to speak, then some silence, and finally, "ah-- this complicates things." Yes, if Thor was so certain the feelings were not returned then Albtraum believed it was simple. Difficult, sometimes. But simple. Tell the truth.

"Most experiences love in different ways, but you know." That finger taps the side of it's head instead now before dropping. The creature moves forward just a touch, but not enough to come into the sun. "You know because the air feels stifling and electric all at once when they're near and all you want to do is breathe it; you know because you want--their attention, their care, to give attention, to give care--more than anyone else. You know because you think of them more than others, and dream of them more than others, and the idea of losing others hurts but losing them is unbearable."

Thor is silent for several moments, digesting that. He has felt love like that before, a romance that had burned quickly and brightly, and burnt out all the faster for it. This is not that, but... is a fire any less a fire if it slowly builds from a spark?

"But must that be all at once?" he asks at last. "Not all love is at first sight, surely. The woman who loves me did not realize it herself, not right away."

And therein lies his greatest difficulty. She had to be lead to the realization, over a matter of weeks. He's had barely a day to examine his own heart on his own.

What can it say? Its a thing of extremes. But it's experience is even further than what it described. Was this all love? Of course not. Though it thinks that in some ways it manifests as such eventually. Varying levels of the aforementioned afflictions, at least.

"Nein, it can be..." Albtraum hums, "slippery, I think. One day is friends as always, and another, and another, and then one day when they say goodbye hurts just a little and you think to yourself, 'how wonderful would it be if they stayed just one more hour?'" A moment passes, "what harm is there in finding out?"

At last, this is what seems to speak true to Thor. It has been years since he and the woman of his affections met, a friendship built slowly but dearly, until her presence in his life has become all but a permanent fixture. "Yes! That's it exactly," he exclaims, pointing toward the still-mysterious figure, momentarily forgetting his wariness in the moment.

What harm is there in finding out? Well, now, we're on to the second most important question Thor is puzzling over. "That's what I want to know too," he agrees, stroking at his beard. "I suggested going on a date and she... did not react well. The idea frightened her," he adds, still bewildered over it.

Well, it's sure been some time since Albtraum's pulled that amount of excitement out of someone else unless you consider screaming a form of enthu--you know what, nevermind. It's glad to have... helped? Bizzare, but it can't help have an affinity for the speaking point of love and speaking of. Fear-- What a fountain of delight you are on this day, Thor. These are wonderful topics.

"yes," oh, how wonderful. Albtraum, at least what can be seen of the creature, gesticulates ever dramatically. "Love and fear are very closely related, you know."

"Are they?" Wariness returns, Thor reminded this may be a spirit of some nature by its answer. Such creatures are not necessarily to be feared, but they must always be respected for their natures, as a storm must be respected for its potential for destruction.

"You do not think? To fear life without them; to fear life with them and all that you have to sacrifice or what could go wrong. To fear they may walk away, or you may have to walk away. Yes, people fear many things when it comes to love. They walk hand in hand."

Luckily, Albtraum is not particularly the egotistical sort of creature, spirit, whichever thing you want to call it. And mostly a non-violent one. Though it appreciates decent conversation and in turn the respect that comes with it. A mutual sort.

The creature speaks truly, all of these things and more well known to Thor. This kind of fear has been his companion for years now, though he's learned to keep it in check most days. Overcoming someone else's fear is... much harder.

"Perhaps," he allows carefully. "But such fears must be faced, or else fear being alone." And that's the trouble, isn't it?

Loneliness is a common fear, its found. Among even the young ones. It has sat many nights listening to them cry themselves to sleep. As for this case, only the person in question can overcome their own fear, but there are ways to help.

"Mm," it hums, fingers dancing absently in the air for a moment. "Is this person, do you know, more tactile or more intellectual?"

Thor does not even have to think about the answer to this one. "Tactile, certainly." He's hesitant to volunteer more, not sure what a spirit might do with deeper details.

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