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[reargunner]

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Leave a message if you want. I'll get back to you when I pick my comm up.

Or I won't.

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Post Breach

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Hey. You doing alright?

I smell like horse shit and I need some fresh air. Got time to chat outside? Or whatever the fuck outside is here?

[reargunner]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[He's not, really, but he also can't put into words how he is actually feeling and is still trying to figure that part out.]

Chat about what?

[Asked only because, well, when it's put like that it sounds like he has a particular topic in mind.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

The breach. I had my head up a horse's ass the whole time. Wanted to hear how it went for you.

[reargunner]

Really can't say how much I don't wanna talk about the Breach right now.

[Not yet anyway.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

But you're fine.

[reargunner]

Yeah, I'm fine. What about it?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Nothing.

Do you have a cigarette I can bum, at least?

[reargunner]

Sure. You suddenly forget how to get your own?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I don't really smoke a lot, so I didn't have many. But he did, the guy in the breach, and suddenly I want one.

[reargunner]

We're not gonna talk about the Breach, Jacob. I'll only warn you about that once.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Jesus Christ, Alexei. I'm answering your question. I'm not pressing you about shit.

[reargunner]

Whatever. You want the cigarette or not?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I do.

I'll see you in a few?

[reargunner]

Yeah, usual spot.

[Which will be up on deck, where he usually goes to smoke.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He heads up the stairs with Mae, who collapses at Alexei's feet as they get closer.]

She's so needy when she's off-duty.

[reargunner]

Mm.

[He glances down at Mae but doesn't shift from his spot leaned against the railing save to offer Jacob his pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Alexei's been picking up the habit more and more lately, after easing off a fair bit following the Narrenschiff.]

Help yourself.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He nods his thanks.]

Your people alright?

[He assumes that they've reached out or he has.]

[reargunner]

[... sigh.]

Far as I know, everyone's fine. Ethan missed the whole thing.

[Honestly, the comas also suck.]

Just more bullshit.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He turns to look at him over the flame of the match in his hand.]

Coma or - disappear?

[reargunner]

First one, I guess. Not that it matters.

[One way or the other he wasn't there.]

Doubt he'll have much riveting to say about it if you ask him.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

It matters. The Admiral likes to kick people home for a while. Comas, at least....mean you can keep an eye on them when you're around.

[He chuckles.]

I like Ethan, but I don't trust him to give me anything more than the cut and dry facts of it.

[reargunner]

[A shrug.]

He'd know more about it than me.

[He lowers his arm to the railing, the cigarette in his hand slowly burning out as he worries the thumbnail of the other hand instead.]

You can keep the lighter. I have another one.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He shakes his head.]

Nah, it's alright. I got matches back at my cabin.

[He holds it back out to him.]

[reargunner]

'kay.

[It's taken back, then, pushed into a pocket along with the cigarette packet.

Then he props his chin against the heel of his hand and huffs out a breath.]

So what did you wanna talk about.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He shakes his head.]

Nothing you want to talk about. Promised I wouldn't ask and I won't.

Maybe I just wanted to actually lay eyes on you.