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He doesn't really expect Gustave to have the guts to do it, and for the first couple of seconds, he's too surprised to even kiss back. The surprise passes, though, and he's eager despite himself, even knowing that he should temper his expectations for something that isn't even something, and that would be doomed even if it was. When Gustave pulls away, he's a little disappointed.

"Well, that was before she knew—" That she was related to both of them, he's thinking, as he glances over to make sure she wasn't looking. A moment later, though, the rest of Gustave's comment hits him, and his gaze snaps back to his. "What did she say about my age?" This is fully the most upset he's been all conversation. Just because he's old doesn't mean Maelle's allowed to think it, much less say it.

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It's the first time he's kissed Verso and not felt a strange undercurrent of guilt in it. It makes more sense now, why it might have been hard to be affectionate with someone knowing you'll all be abruptly Gommaged sooner rather than later; still, it's nice to be kissed back without tension in it.

Gustave squeezes his leg when Verso pulls away, and then again when he starts to protest Maelle's remark, grinning in a way that's been pretty rare lately all things considered. "I believe her words were 'He's like a hundred,'" he says, remaining close enough that it's clear he's deliberating on going in for a second one. (He is pointedly not looking in the direction of any of the others. It's true that he's nihilistic enough right now not to care if they see, but that doesn't mean seeing their reactions sounds necessarily pleasant.)

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No, he doesn't feel guilty. If this is all just pretending to Gustave, if he doesn't actually think that it's going anywhere or maybe even expect to see Verso ever again once they've dealt with his not-quite-father, then he supposes there's nothing to feel guilty about. Irrationally disappointed, maybe, because Verso is a sensitive musician with sensitive musician feelings, but not guilty.

"And you said?" Tread so carefully.

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It's probably going to be rough on them both when Gustave realizes that he's been lying to himself about lying to himself, but that's a later problem. For now, he's just going to try to grab this strange and unsteady thing between them before it crumbles again.

"I don't remember what I said," he admits. "Mostly I remember how disappointed she was when I told her you weren't my secret boyfriend."

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Pepperidge Farms remembers what Gustave said. He said Verso looked 95.

But Gustave has said the right thing — not only because he avoided calling Verso old, but because he implied that Maelle liked Verso enough to want him to be the person she loves most in the world's 'secret boyfriend'. It clearly makes him happy to think that she had some sort of affection for him even when she didn't know who he was, although— Verso shrugs and tries not to sound like too much of a sadsack when he says, "Well, she's probably changed her mind on that now." If Maelle had a secret boyfriend who was anything like Verso, he'd put an end to it immediately.

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He said ninety-five maximum, thank you very much.

Gustave fixes him with a funny look. "Maelle doesn't care who I'm with as long as I'm happy," he says, perhaps more confident about his mutual adoration for her than he is anything else. "But why would she change her mind? You're her brother— her actual brother. I'm the one who should be worried about the audition here."

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It's obvious the topic sours his mood. "Well. 'Actual' is a relative term." Her actual brother is dead. Lucky bastard. He's never been more jealous of anyone than he is of Verso's charred corpse.

But that's not a conversation they need to have now or probably ever. He's already spent enough of his time crying about his life being a lie. "You're right, though. You should probably start begging for her blessing now."

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Sensitive subject. He'll keep that in mind. Gustave's hand moves from Verso's leg to the small of his back, pressing gently there in silent apology, but he doesn't let that in his voice.

"I'll take any tips you've got," he says, voice low and mock-serious. "Can't have her running me out of camp."

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There is no world in which Maelle doesn't approve of Gustave. A world in which she finds this whole thing a little weird and icky, sure, but not one in which she disapproves. Gustave was there for her when she was at her loneliest, and Verso sees the way she looks at him, like he's the greatest person in the world.

Not that Verso plans on them bringing this thing up to Maelle at all, if he can help it. She's too young to understand adult relationships. She'll be confused by its expiration date.

All of that said: "You should definitely get down on your knees. Anything less, and she'll know you don't mean it."

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Gustave laughs again, but it's a surprised sound more than anything else. He's already sat and kissed him by the fire in full view of anyone who may have looked over; he figures it can't be any worse to lean in close enough to whisper: "I asked for tips on convincing Maelle, not you."

It's a movement that could have been suave or sexy— from anyone else. But there's still a laugh in his voice when he says it, a little sheepishness like he's worried stretching the joke out will kill it. So, yeah: mostly it's just sort of dorky.

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Oh, my god!!! Verso shoves him, although it's good-natured. As it turns out, he kind of likes dorkiness. There's something very earnest about it, and although he's spent his entire life avoiding earnestness in himself at all costs, he finds that he likes it in others.

"Now he's bold." A shake of his head. "What happened to the guy who called it fraternization?"

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That guy hadn't been erased from existence and then reconstructed from his base elements by his adopted little sister. He wonders sometimes if maybe Maelle had made a mistake somehow; if maybe he'd come back wrong. Gustave tries to chase that thought away, fixing Verso with a faltering smile. "Too much? I thought you'd like bold."

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He does like bold. He wouldn't usually come right out and say it—he has to obfuscate everything, as Gustave had accused him of—but there's something uncertain in Gustave's expression that he can't quite place, so he says, "I like bold." He likes Gustave, actually, but that's a little too bold, even for him.

"—But I wouldn't recommend mentioning that when talking to Maelle." She is an INNOCENT SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD BABY. She can't know they had sex.

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"As far as Maelle is concerned, the boldest thing I've ever done is kiss you by this bonfire," Gustave agrees. He allows his hand to relax, dropping it to rest in the sand between them again.

He's turning to watch her now, aware he should probably feed the fire soon. "Verso," he starts after a moment, "I— there was this— back, after we arrived on the beach. There was an unsigned note left for us at the Indigo Tree. That Maelle had been taken to safety."

It wasn't really something he'd had the luxury of spending time thinking about before, but knowing what he does now about Verso and Maelle... well. There's no explicit question, but he does end it there.

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Someone was bound to put two and two together eventually, realize that Maelle was on Verso's radar before Renoir ever threatened her. Far before that, really. It doesn't reflect too well on him that he only stepped in when he did, but most of what he's done since the Expedition landed on the Continent doesn't.

"Sounds dashing."

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"Mmm," Gustave hums, but he doesn't sound particularly pressed about it. He'd been interested in the confirmation, which he'd mostly just received. "He even knew her name. Must have been a real guardian angel, that one. Would love to thank him someday."

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Gustave, as always, is far too nice and gives him far too much credit. He still can't quite believe Gustave is talking to him at all. Can't believe any of them are. He'd been certain the only company he'd have would be Maelle, Monoco, and Esquie. Not a bad crew, all things considered, but lonely.

"I don't know about that. If you'll recall, he didn't even stick around," Verso points out.

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"I'm sure he had his reasons," Gustave says softly. "Besides— I'm sure he would have shown back up if she were ever in any serious danger again."

He pauses for a moment before he says, droll: "I'm going to put sand in your trousers if you don't accept the gratitude."

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Merde, that took a turn. Verso laughs, genuine, and knocks their shoulders together. "And then I'd have to take them off. That truly would be terrible."

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Gustave ducks his head at that, chuckling softly. It's nice to be able to let the mask drop slightly, to not have to force himself to pretend that he's not stressed about— god, everything, really.

It's getting chillier as the last remaining light on the horizon starts to fade; he has the feeling they're not going to have much privacy for long. "I'm going to spend the next full day thinking of an excuse to go off with you alone, I think," he confesses with a helpless laugh. "Please let me know if you change your mind, just so I'm not wasting my time."

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This isn't a particularly healthy dynamic to get himself into. 'Doomed from the beginning' is no foundation to build a relationship on, even if Gustave says he's all right with it being very temporary and very hopeless. On some level, he knows that it's only going to hurt his feelings if he acts like a placeholder until Gustave can return to his real life, and that it would be safer for him, emotionally, to just cut it off now.

But he's a people pleaser. "Good," he says, "I've been the only one thinking up excuses this whole time."

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"'This whole time'?" Gustave echoes, skeptical, followed by a griping protest. "We've spent perhaps forty minutes together— well— privately. Fifty, if I'm being generous."

You always!! Ran away!! When he tried to cuddle.

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"Let's call it sixty." He's not that quick a lay!! Although, if he's being honest, it probably was closer to forty. Verso was always very down to business. Not a lot of exploration going on, when they were exploring each other's bodies. "But if you have feedback, I'm listening and learning."

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I really like this man, Gustave thinks, followed immediately by, I need my head examined by a doctor. The Expedition was hardly a softly lit and romantic atmosphere. Their actual relationship had been defined by lies and half-truths. Betrayals, really.

But Gustave doesn't think Verso can fake the earnest way he seems to care about them all. He knows for a fact that he isn't faking the way he cares about Maelle. Maybe that's enough.

"No criticism. Just pointing out fact," he says, nudging Verso's arm with his own in what is just a blatant excuse to touch him.

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Verso nudges Gustave's arm back. "I should leave you to think up your excuses," he says, hoping it doesn't sound like he's excusing himself. It's just that this is probably the first time they've had a conversation that didn't end awkwardly, and he'd like to hold onto that. "You should know that I have exacting expectations."