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Patroclus sighed. This had been a long day, and that was saying something lightly. The war was making him tired and he knew he couldn't leave without it being over. He didn't even want to go anywhere without Achilles. The mere thought of it frightened him. But he didn't want to die either. He didn't want anyone to die. "...Pat? Patroclus."Patroclus was brought back to earth, back to conversation. Achilles had been talking about the war, the most recent battle, and as soon as he got started with all of this his face lit up. At least he was excited. "...are you always this much trouble?" Patroclus smiled slightly. Achilles smiled back. "I like to think of myself as delightfully complex," was his answer.