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It had been three days since anyone had last seen Telamon, and Builderman was panicked beyond reason.
Three whole days… Why hadn’t Builderman checked on his husband sooner?
Builderman was already stressed from work. He had been waist-deep in paperwork for the past month, and now you mean to tell him the love of his life was missing? The man he had loved for nearly millennia was nowhere to be seen? Had the god gotten sick of him? Surely not… although one can only stay around for so long… Had Telamon gotten ill? No, that wasn’t possible-wait, wasn’t? Don’t think that, Builds. He’s not-… It isn’t possible for him to…no…he can’t be dead, he can’t be dead…he can’t be...