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[shipmaster]

[Ah. That.

That was nice. Achingly nice to hear. The sort of thing that makes you quietly tear up all on its own. With a smile, they sink into the couch.]

I should hope so. It's been a hell of a ride, hasn't it?

[dendarii]

Oh god yes. Every time I sit down and think about everything we've been through I count myself lucky to be alive. And - well, we've had our spats, but you've been there all the way.

[ And because he's Miles, he rockets right along to the next thought. ]

Why don't we have an evening in? Just the two of us. Dinner and a movie.

[shipmaster]

[Goddamnit, Miles. Here you are, not thinking, as usual.]

Careful, I might take that as you getting all romantic.

[dendarii]

Of course. That's the idea. ♥

[shipmaster]

[What.





There's a beat before Bel's fingers echo the sentiment.]

What?

[dendarii]

[ Miles, meanwhile, blinks over his comm. It's true he rarely does anything with Kitty solo, but ... ]

Is it really that surprising?

[shipmaster]

Just a little.

[dendarii]

[He really hasn't been listening to his partners, has he. All this focus he's put on Gregor ... He hadn't been doing enough for Kitty. ]

Ah ... I'm sorry. I know I get wrapped up in Gregor sometimes.

[shipmaster]

[They really want to be waspish here. They really, really do. This is obviously some sort of crisis upswing.]

I can't say I don't understand, all considered.

[dendarii]

Mm, well. It's still not fair to you.

So let me make it up to you. Dinner, movie, and then commandeer one of the guest rooms for ourselves? The one at the end of the hall is pretty well soundproof.

[shipmaster]

[That's................... basically everything they really want to hear.

And there's no way in hell it's right at all.

Bel drops their comm in the couch cushions, and leaves it unanswered. Time to grab a shower, a nice meal. Definitely going to treat themself.]

1/?

[dendarii]

[ While Bel is off doing that, their comm continues to ping: ]

Well? What do you think?

[dendarii]

I mean, if you're not comfortable at the Residence we can go somewhere else

[dendarii]

I know a few hotels

[dendarii]

If you want to

[dendarii]

If you don't want to that's all right too, you can tell me no

[dendarii]

Kitty?

[dendarii]

...... Kitty are you there

[dendarii]

Oh god Kitty please reply before I get any more pathetic

[shipmaster]

[On the plus side. The comm is not in the freezer.




On the minus side, it might as well be.

The silence stretches on, as Bel has no intention of even checking it until the morning. WHAT NOW, MILES]

[dendarii]

[ well FUCK HIS LIFE. After a few more hours of panicking, Miles sure is going to go find Kitty and apologize in person. Oh god he was just trying to be romantic. ]

[dendarii]

[ And then, a few hours after that. ]

Ah. It seems I have the wrong number somehow.

I apologize profusely for the mixup. Who is this?

[shipmaster]

[They had a lovely night out, splurged on a good breakfast, and then. ONLY THEN, do they pick up the comm.

Ah. Kitty. That explains it.]

Good lord, Miles. Add me to your contacts properly. This is Bel.

[dendarii]

[ By now he's spoken to Kitty, of course, and the results of that conversation have happened. He picks up his comm again with a wince. ]

Oh, god. Bel. I'm so sorry. I added you, of course, but the ID got mixed up somehow.

[shipmaster]

Forgiven, forgotten.

Completely unrelated, how IS Kitty?