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[superniceone]

Gustave similarly hopes she remains oblivious, if only because he's acutely aware of how relentlessly she'll tease him about it - as is her right as a younger sister.

"Alright," he agrees easily, because he will never discourage anyone from checking on Maelle. He cuts his eyes up to Verso when he stands, expression soft. "Come find me later. If you want."

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Gustave's big, soft cow eyes make something twist in his gut again, and he cants his head before beelining for Maelle. It's a strange feeling; he does like Gustave, really, but whenever Maelle's around, he can feel an undercurrent of envy, too. After all, speaking with her is so frequently Gustave this and Gustave that.

Endless talk about how great Gustave is (with Maelle talking and Verso mostly nodding along) does very little to get him off of the brain, unfortunately. He'd given Verso an out with that little 'if you want', and he argues with himself for a good long while before he admits defeat. It's harmless. Just one teeny, tiny little moment. He still knows what has to be done, and he'll barely even have time to feel bad about it before the comforting embrace of nothingness, anyway.

"Your arm all right?" he asks when he approaches, because he's nothing if not full of excuses to start conversations. Also, he has no idea if 'doing maintenance' on the arm is an expected thing, or if perhaps something has gone awry with all of this exposure to the elements. He's very much not an engineer. "You know you can always borrow mine, if the need arises."

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If given a hundred years with nothing to do but guess, Gustave still wouldn't ever come anywhere close to hazarding the truth of their world. It is unfathomable, and will remain that way until the moment he's forced to recognize it.

And if Verso's concerns about Gustave's feelings ever come to light, mostly he'll just be annoyed that Verso could think that he'd ever want anything except what was right for Maelle.

"It's fine. Found a little sand that wasn't meant to be there, so that should help." He tilts his head at Verso just slightly, uncertain if he's genuinely just back to check on his arm or not.

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Gustave looks like a slightly confused dog. It's unfortunately endearing. "It's possible that was another excuse to talk to you," he says, sheepish.

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Gustave ducks his head slightly to hide his own brief smile at that, before he holds out his right arm. "Help me up? I'm still sore from today."

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Verso reaches out to clasp a hand in Gustave's, pulling him to his feet. "Monoco gives a great massage, if you're looking," he deadpans. "...As long as you don't mind an excessive amount of force."

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Gustave braces himself with that hand, squeezing Verso's fingers in his before he shakes his head no. "It's possible that was another excuse to touch you," he says, gently mimicking his tone from earlier.

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Verso feels a flutter in his chest immediately followed by a tightening in his stomach. What, he's just supposed to enjoy good things that happen to him instead of living in fear they'll turn to dust in his hands??? Ridiculous. He lets the grip linger for a moment before withdrawing, fingers flexing unconsciously.

"Now he's a gentleman. I don't recall you needing an excuse when you groped my wrist."

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"Oh, you're going to conveniently forget all those cups of wine you brought to me," Gustave says. There are enough nearby craggy cliffs that they shouldn't need to go far just to steal a moment of privacy; he idly starts that way.

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Verso really hadn't been trying to ply Gustave with wine for the purposes of seduction; he'd just thought that Gustave was very tightly wound, and that maybe it would be fun to watch him loosen up. It's not his fault he had a little too much fun doing it. Well, maybe it's a little his fault, but he wouldn't have done a single improper thing if Gustave hadn't made the first move. ("Move", if you can call what he did moves.)

"I was being a good host," he argues as he follows Gustave. "It's my continent you're a guest on."

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Gustave considers for a moment, then makes a sound of disagreement. "You abandoned the others to brood with me all night," he says, turning to face him. "Pretty poor hosting the rest of the team."

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Verso laughs. First of all, he's fairly sure no one at that little party missed him. Second of all—

"Brooding isn't exactly what I would call it, but..." A tilt of the head. "What can I say? I'm a tortured soul. Perhaps I thought I'd found a kindred spirit."

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"Sorry to have disappointed," Gustave says, trying to gently reel him in. "You're too interesting for someone like me to keep up with."

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"Yeah," he quips as he allows himself to be brought in by Gustave's gravitational pull. "Inventor, expeditioner, one of the first to take on an Axon and live to tell the tale—"

A shake of his head. "You're so boring."

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"That's what I've been saying," Gustave says, as if Verso had been agreeing with him the entire time. He grins very subtly at him, and it might be easier to see in the crinkle of his eyes in close proximity. "I'm never going to break my habit of self deprecation if you reward it with compliments like that, you know."

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"So you'd rather I lie for the greater good," Verso says, blatantly ignoring the irony of that sentence. "All right, you are boring. Terrible to look at. Bad kisser. Is it working?"

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"Hmm. Can't really say that's doing much for me, actually." Gustave is planning on kissing him, yes, but he's aware that he'll have to relinquish this private moment as soon as he does - so he's not rushing it. "I'd offer to shave, but it's really not a good look on me."

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He sort of does want to see a fresh-faced Gustave, but mostly because it would be prime real estate for bullying. The beard takes a boyish face and makes it look mature; time won't be doing that, so it seems he found another way.

"I'd say I prefer you furry, but I'm afraid you'll think I'm talking to you like Monoco again."

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"Might not be such a bad thing. You do seem awfully fond of him." Gustave isn't touching him the way he wants to, the way that feels almost reflexive now that he's very nearly drawn Verso in nose-to-nose with him. "And he did have a point: bit of fur would help with that breeze coming in off the water."

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The whole point of coming over here in the first place was supposed to be so he could get kissed and then feel conflicted about it, but Gustave is denying him even that. It's very rude. Better not seem desperate, though, so he tries very hard not to look like he wants to experience Gustave's furry face firsthand.

"Make you an excellent cuddler, too, for those cold winter nights," he points out, before wondering if maybe he shouldn't say anything that might bring to mind the mental image of Verso running from a post-coital cuddle. It wasn't exactly his proudest moment.

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It's a little more palatable now that he knows the reason behind it. "I'm already an extremely adequate cuddler, thank you very much," he murmurs, matter of fact, wry amusement evident.

But Gustave will, finally, give in and kiss him, gently gripping the front of Verso's jacket like he's afraid he might vanish the second it ends.

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It feels different to be kissing for the sake of it, rather than as a prelude to getting off. If it's been a while since he had sex, it's been a very, very long while since he experienced affection or closeness that wasn't tied to sex, save for the familial sort that came from his decidedly nonhuman companions. He isn't under the delusion that Gustave has any deep feeling for him, or even that there would even be a future for this if there were a world where Gustave survived after the Paintress, but— it feels good to be liked, to be seen even in some small way.

He keeps it entirely chaste — all right, mostly chaste, because of course he's going to slip Gustave a little tongue. His fingers wrap around Gustave's wrists, and then he pulls away, glancing down at the hands gripping his jacket.

"I know that I don't have the best track record, but I'm not going to run off like an unleashed dog." Probably.

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It's not often that Gustave allows himself the luxury of just idling. There are too many things to do; time is too precious to be frivolous with it. There's a little bit of color to his face when he answers, more to do with sheepishness than as a result of the kiss.

"You've got an alright face," he says lightly. "Maybe I wanted to bask for a second."

Or, maybe if he leans into being silly and irreverent, too, Verso won't startle and bolt. He's allowed to have a minute, he thinks.

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He drops the hand curled around Gustave's metal wrist, although he keeps the one on the flesh wrist, a gentle, easily breakable hold, thumb on Gustave's pulse point. "Alright," he laughs, clearly not actually offended. Gustave can't ever un-call him obnoxiously good-looking.

He ducks his head, amused smile still on his lips. "There goes my hope of you drawing me like one of your Nevrons."

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Gustave isn't interested in pushing this too far into the direction of something other than the single kiss that had been agreed to. Similarly, he doesn't want Verso to end up chafing uncomfortably beneath any overtly affectionate acts Gustave might try.

He does his best to split the difference. Gustave snorts at Verso's statement, then leans in to try to coax him into another kiss (and maybe just a few minutes of making out, if he's allowed to get that far.)