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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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[superniceone]

[gustave is making coffee, more to have something to do with his hands than because he necessarily needs it at the moment. he gestures for her to come inside, holding up a cup in offer.]

This is a cruel thing to do to an anxious man, you realise.

[there's no malice in his tone, but it's clear a thousand possibilities are already rocketing around in his head.]

[notthatkindoforion]

I know, I'm sorry, I got here as fast as I could.

[She takes the cup, then gestures at the closest chair or couch for them to sit down.]

If it were an emergency I'd have just told you, but it's not... that, anymore.

[superniceone]

[it seems to be a replication of the inside of his family home, 19th century decor inside well-kept but clearly aging. he folds himself into what seems like his usual chair, tipping his head in silent offer of any of the other seats to tendi.

the fact that it's not an active emergency anymore does seem to have helped him breathe through that spike of panic, though.]

What would you call it, then?

[notthatkindoforion]

[No putting it off now. She takes a deep breath.]

Verso... died. Of self-neglect and alcoholism, according to his temp, and I trust their assessment. Sheehan's already talking to Maelle about it, but I... I thought you deserved to hear it somewhere private, instead of being blindsided.