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[superniceone]

Hey, uh. It's Gustave. I'll get back to you when I can.

[ic inbox for thelastvoyages - happy for comm threads or action spam if you're catching him around the barge.]

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[escapeartiste]

[There's definitely a passing look of confusion that only subsides a little as she nods in agreement to his offer, though not without typing some more.]

I'm pretty sure I can manage to get my own drink, you know.

[She won't say he can't get her anything, but just some insistence that she isn't a helpless child. In case anyone forgot.]

[superniceone]

Never said that you couldn't.

[it's just that gustave very much wants to get it for her - and he's going to pull up a chair across from her as soon as he does, doing his best to keep the intensity he feels off of his face. it's a middling success.]

You're feeling alright? Nothing feels - wrong?

[escapeartiste]

[She takes the drink and sips it first, though she still maintains a slightly sympathetic look.]

Yeah, I'm fine.

[She types out after setting the drink down. It's a bit of juggling.]

What did you mean when you said a weeks-long nap?