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He's pretty sure Gustave was laughing at him at least a little bit, but it does feel nice to hear laughter again after the despair of yesterday. Even Verso feels lighter, which is saying something considering he so often feels as if he's lugging five tons of emotional baggage around.

"I guess one of us still has a salvageable reputation." The implication being that his reputation very much isn't, after this humiliation. Flirting!! This is flirting. Is it not obvious? "All right."

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That's an insane way to flirt, Verso!! If normal people worked like you did, that means people would have been flirting with Gustave his entire life! Absolutely ridiculous.

"Sorry. I mean it," he says, when there's just a little more space between them and the rest of the group. "I'm not always the most perceptive man. Surprise."

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Verso is smiling, yes, but he pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut as if this is a physically painful conversation to have. "It would be great if we could stop talking about it. I might be able to hold onto a little bit of dignity that way." He removes his hand from his nose to hold his thumb and forefinger out, nearly touching, just a sliver of space between them. A liiittle bit of dignity.

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"We both flew past the point of no return dignity-wise when we got drunk and stumbled off into the woods together like horny teenagers," Gustave says bluntly, a little beleaguered, "but if the illusion is that important to you, I'll let you keep it."

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The illusion is important to him, thanks. He's got to keep up appearances. But— "I had good reasons to do that." Very good reasons! It's not as if Gustave had been good at flirting, but he'd made a drunken pass, at least. "You did that when you thought I was teasing you like a Gestral."

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"I think we can both safely agree my dignity went flying out the window the moment I got drunk on wine and tried to hold your hand." His own wrist-petting will haunt him for the rest of his very short life.

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"—I thought you were just feeling my wrist up."

Just when he thought the night couldn't get any more embarrassing. It isn't as if Gustave actually held anything. He'd taken it as... endearingly weird. An extremely clumsy come-on.

"Well, great. Not an ounce of dignity between us."

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"It was fifty-fifty," Gustave says with a little wobble of his hand. "But I should really stop talking if I don't want to ruin my chances for this evening, huh."

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Verso's expression faintly brightens. Perhaps it's ridiculous, but he hadn't known if Gustave would still be interested. He'd said he was only when he had his own death looming large over him, and he surely hadn't expected to actually survive to the victory party. He could have promised anything; the chances of it actually materializing were tiny.

"Yeah," he snarks, "you're on thin ice." Then, to cover his bases, he says, "That was flirting."

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"Thanks for clarifying," Gustave says, and it's only mostly a joke. "If only my parents could see me now. En route to the Paintress, on a team with some of the most impressive people I've ever known," he starts, then adds: "Making plans to have sex in the woods with an actual member of Expedition Zero. They'd be so proud."

Now he's the one trying to make Verso laugh, and he bumps Verso's arm with his own.

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Verso snorts. Gustave's parents would probably be wondering where they went wrong for him to be sleeping with a centegenarian, but he's not trying to talk Gustave out of it. He wonders, briefly, if Gustave misses his parents often, how long it's been that he's been living without them. But that would be a real mood killer, and he's loath to ruin the lighthearted atmosphere, so he doesn't ask.

"Is that what this is all about?" Only jokingly offended. "You wanted a piece of history?"

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Gustave has always struggled to talk about the people he's lost. It's easier to focus on the future, on his stubborn goal for building a better world for the next generation, and the generation after that. Or maybe just doing his best to ensure those generations will get a fair shot at existence in the first place.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way," Gustave says seriously, and gives Verso a consoling pat on the butt. It's obviously meant to be silly, not titillating, but even to him the mutual interest is obvious enough that it feels like a safe thing to do.

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Verso shoves him away—rude!!!—before pulling him back in by the fabric of his shirt, leaning in so that their faces are close and his nose nudges Gustave's. It had all felt a little bit uncertain the first time, when they'd both been drunk and stupid and hadn't even used the word sex, but he's fairly sure he has permission to kiss Gustave now, so he closes the remaining distance between their mouths. It feels a bit different sober; there's no taste of wine, no hazy drunkenness underscoring everything.

"I guess I should just feel lucky that I'm getting any action at all, in my old age."

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The shove makes Gustave laugh again, as does the way Verso grabs his shirt immediately after. He yields easily to that pull, quietly pleased by the kiss. He's not an idiot; he knows the connection between them is superficial, a product of mutual loneliness more than any sort of deeper feeling, but that's okay. It makes the act of catching Verso's mouth with his own no less appealing, no less of a creature comfort.

"I'm only giving you a pass because of your age, you know," he says, his hand loosely gripping Verso's hip. "I'm a gentleman. I wouldn't normally put out for anything less than dinner and a show." Gustave's eyes are crinkled in amusement, voice low like he's afraid Maelle might overhear from wherever she is right now and think him a bad influence.

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You know how I feel about friendships with Expeditioners, Verso had told Esquie, and now he's kissing one in the middle of nowhere. But it's fine. It's just— idle fun. Just sex.

He would never admit that he's been thinking about the best way to get this uniform off since the last time he had to contend with it, but his hands are quite a bit more confident as they tug Gustave's jacket off. "Ooh. You're into old guys, huh?" Not what he said, but still what Verso's choosing to take from it.

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"Yeah, but not just a little old. It's really old or nothing." This is the least sexy conversation that has ever happened while someone is being undressed, and he grabs Verso for a moment - presses his face into the crook of his neck to stifle another laugh. "Take your shirt off this time?" he asks while he's close, his voice low and warm. "I wanna see you."

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Once again, Gustave says something that is inappropriately sentimental for the situation. It's endearing, though, how earnest he is, and Verso finds that he doesn't have it in him to deny him. A problem rearing its head, perhaps, but one he'll deal with later. He does the hard work of it, divesting himself of his outerwear, but by the time he's down to just his shirt, he takes Gustave's hands and presses them against the fabric.

"I'm tired from picking up all this slack," he quips, no heat behind it. A few fumbles in a fight are hardly slacking. "Guess you'll have to take it off for me."

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Gustave wants to cuddle.

He feels a little insane when he realizes it himself, but it doesn't really matter that the conversation about it before had been all jokes. Pressure and warmth, feeling another person breathe as much as you can hear it - he wants that.

Watching Verso shed layers of clothing is a nice distraction though, and he watches with an almost shy interest until his hands are guided to his shirt.

"I really like these vintage uniforms," he says, and he mostly just uses his prosthesis to brace against Verso's side, running his hand up his chest beneath the fabric. A little more seriously, he cuts his eyes to Verso's face again to ask: "I'd like to kiss you again? I promise I won't- drag things out."

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I promise I won't drag things out. Clearly, his down-to-business approach had made Gustave feel like all of this was only about getting off, which it is, mostly, but it's about Gustave enjoying himself, too. It still isn't a good idea to take longer than strictly necessary alone out here where they could be stumbled on by Nevrons, or worse, Verso's father (ugh, he can just imagine the holier-than-thou chiding about how Verso is choosing base pleasures over his own family), but—

It's Verso's job to make things better, always has been, so he leans in, half-smile on his lips. "You didn't know? I'm into guys who kiss too much."

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Gustave is much less worried about being discovered by Nevrons than Renoir or, god forbid, Maelle. Not that he'd enjoy a fight with his pants around his ankles, but at least he wouldn't scar a Nevron for life.

When he kisses him, it's hard and hungry, the gentleness all in the way his hand is sliding across his chest, back down to his stomach. He wraps it loosely around Verso's waist after a moment, like he's afraid he might knock him down with his own urgency, and seems to have flustered himself when he pulls back. "So you agree it's too much," he says casually, just gently needling him as he goes to actually pull Verso's shirt off of him entirely.

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The kiss is unexpectedly enthusiastic, but he doesn't mind. The rush of being kissed like that makes him feel alive, a strangely rare sensation for someone who can't die. Or, more accurately, it makes him feel like a person, which is an even rarer sensation.

"Excessive," he says, muffled by the shirt being pulled over his head. Once it's on the ground with his jacket, he gets to work on pulling Gustave's off, because he certainly isn't going to be the only one caught shirtless out here if someone does stumble on them and get traumatized. "Can't believe they left a madman like you at large."

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"Why do you think they shipped me off to the continent? Couldn't stand me anymore." Gustave will suppress the insane reflex to fold the shirt he pulls off of Verso, and instead just tosses it toward the pile of the rest of his discarded uniform.

For as awkward as he can be, he doesn't at all seem shy about his own body, though he does seem more interested in inspecting Verso's than anything else. "Even more obnoxious," he declares after a moment.

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"You should see me when I haven't spent the last seven decades in the woods." Give or take. There'd been time in Lumiere, of course, but it doesn't merit mentioning.

Verso does not consider folding up Gustave's shirt, because that would be, in fact, insane. It ends up somewhere on the ground. He's not really sure. It's really not a top priority right now. He tugs Gustave closer by his belt loops, hip to hip.

"Sometimes," he says, somewhere between mock-tantalizing and actually trying to be trantalizing, "I even wore a suit."

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Gustave hums appreciatively at the little pull, shifts very slightly to nudge his thigh between Verso's - but it's a suggestion, not a demand.

"Classy," he says, surrendering to impulse and kissing the side of his neck. "You must have been popular, monsieur." Similarly, he's teasing but also not at all. He likes to think he and Verso could have been friends, but without an Expedition to rally them together, doubts he ever would have gotten close.

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Gustave is, once again, bolder than he'd given him credit for. Verso grins, rolling their hips together; the friction sends a pleasant little zing up his spine.

"I played piano," is apparently a response to that, although it's a little distant, focus pulled between being 'charmingly irreverent' and dry humping someone in the woods. The implication, of course, is that chicks dig musicians. "I did all right."