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For a fleeting moment, he wonders if Gustave is right, and that he did come back changed, and that somehow Maelle accidentally made him like Verso more. He'll never know. Tough pill to swallow.

"...Careful. I get handsy in my sleep. Just ask Monoco."

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Verso seemed extremely underwhelmed by his practical and utilitarian answer of okay, that's good, so Gustave is laying the blame for his awkward oversharing fully on Verso's shoulders.

His face scrunches in amusement. "You've got plenty of time to think up a better excuse if you're trying to deter me," he says, gentle and lighthearted.

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"I'm not trying to deter you." Although he's self-aware enough to recognize that he probably should be. Gustave just expressed how much this world's fabricated nature bothers him, and that's really all Verso's fault, when you get down to it. "Just making sure you're all right with the little spoon."

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Gustave considers Verso a victim of this situation, someone who had asked to be a part of it as much as any of them did; it would be hypocritical to blame him and not Maelle, and blaming Maelle honestly just feels like a sin.

So he holds up on hand, sort of wobbling it back and forth. "We can't take turns?"

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Gustave is also delusional enough to still like Verso, so his opinion doesn't really have weight!! But Verso is trying this whole 'be a better person to deserve good things' strategy, so maybe he can swing this, as long as no one ever finds out anything he's ever done in his life prior. Or the fact that he's still lying about them now.

"Wow," he says, although there's a hint of amusement in his voice, a crinkle in his eye. "Are you trying to bargain with me right now?"

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Gustave snorts, reaching up to fix a piece of Verso's hair for no reason other than he knows he hates having it out of place. And in his defense, he's tried to reason himself out of liking Verso; it's just not worked very well.

"Sure, let's call it that." It's actually kind of strange to joke about holding each other; he's still weirdly certain they'll never make it to that stage of their relationship. It feels too — real, for lack of a better term.

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"We can split it 30-70."

Very magnanimous of him. He grabs the returned book, holding it to his chest as he glances back at the rest of camp. Monoco is in considerably higher spirits than he was after the Sacred River, as he allows Maelle to brush out his hair/fur/whatever it is. Verso can hear him grousing, and Maelle arguing, It's so tangled!

"I'm going to check on the others." Make his rounds, you know. "You should talk to Lune before it passes you by."

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Gustave is never entirely sure when Verso absconds because of discomfort versus when he does it because of a generally restless nature, and he watches him for a moment like he's trying to figure that out. He wonders briefly if he'll ever actually see him at all in the reconstructed Lumière, or if he'll find ways to keep himself so busy that he doesn't have time to deal with uncomfortable thoughts.

"Yeah, I'll go do that in just a minute," he promises after a beat, half-smiling at him, waving the fingers of one hand in a little goodbye.

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'Checking in' somehow ends up with him taking over Monoco hair duties, with Maelle offering (quite critical) supervision from the sidelines. It's fun, though. A nice reprieve from somberness. Monoco looks amazing after he's done, if he says so himself. Downright silky. He can tell that Monoco thinks the same, because he keeps touching his fur and preening when he thinks no one is looking.

After the evening has wound down, he unrolls his bedroll next to Gustave's, almost-but-not-quite touching. Still a sliver of space between them, a physical representation of his lingering hesitations about this relationship, but close enough that their arms could brush if someone were so inclined.

He doesn't point it out, though, just kicks off his shoes and crawls into bed.

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Gustave and Lune end up discussing the future much more than the past. She's not over it all by any means; no healing happens that quickly, and he knows that her history with her parents is something that she'll be grappling with for a long time. But it's clear that she's working on reframing some things, and it's no burden for him to chat with her for a while about their respective thoughts on the future of their home.

Verso's proximity at bedtime startles him slightly, but only because he's already engrossed in the second book he'd borrowed. Oh. Well. It's not as if he minds.

"I'm almost done with this chapter," he says, voice hushed.

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"All right," Verso says, waiting patiently for Gustave to reach a stopping point before trying to pull attention. When Gustave reaches the end of his chapter, then he finally says, "I would have loaned you more if I'd known you were going to go through them so fast."

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Gustave closes the book, tucking it beneath his pillow. He'd meant to say he'd be done reading soon, that Verso wouldn't have to worry about him making sounds and keeping him awake, but he's amused by the remark. "I didn't, either, to be fair. But they're good."

It's really nice getting lost in someone else's head.

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Let's all say thank you, Aline for uploading her ePubs to this Minecraft world.

When he says "Good," it's genuinely pleased that Gustave likes them. Then, teasingly, he adds, "I thought you might only be interested in reading blueprints."

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"Why?" Gustave's eyes go wide in feigned interest. "Do you have some of those to lend out, too?" Verso's bedroll hasn't moved that far, but this feels like a deliberate response to his earlier admission. He reaches out just far enough to let his hand sort of vaguely brush Verso's shirt.

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In full transparency, Verso never knows what to do when Gustave does weird shit like this. Cop a feel or don't. Commit!

But he's polite, so he lets Gustave fondle the fabric of his shirt regardless. "After you called my work 'shoddy'?" Tsk, tsk. "I'm even less inclined to show you any blueprints than I am to let you read my poetry."

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It's no weirder than placing a bedroll down next to someone else's with a super thin yet very deliberate gap between them. Not that Gustave is overthinking that or anything.

"Fine, fine. I'll just have to see if anything's survived in my old workshop."

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"—Oof." If Gustave is ever going to bridge that super thin yet very deliberate gap between them, he's going to have to be more complimentary! "I'll admit, I was hoping you'd recant your accusations of shoddiness."

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Gustave snorts softly, and his hand isn't actively fondling Verso's shirt. Even worse: it's just kind of resting there, in his space.

"I think we both know I was just saying that out of pettiness," he says. "Isn't teasing how I'm meant to flirt?"

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"Ah," he says, shaking his head. "Common misunderstanding. I'm meant to flirt by teasing. You're meant to flirt by telling me how handsome and charming I am."

It's the way of things. Gustave gets made fun of, Verso gets a bigger head. A solid dynamic!

He leans in just a little, as if this next bit is a secret Gustave is lucky to be let in on. "Actually touching me instead of grazing my shirt is an option, too."

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"Oh, sure. You can see why I was confused but I think I've got it now." His brows go up when Verso leans in, and then he laughs - quietly, not so loud that it becomes a joke for anyone else to listen to.

"I- this was an invitation," he says slowly, like he's sharing his own secret. "An offer. I was hoping you'd meet me halfway, but if you'd like me to do all the work again..."

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"Oh, again," he echoes. Gustave calling him a brat is starting to look like the pot calling the kettle black. He settles on his back, linking his fingers over his torso, quite literally twiddling his thumbs. A sidelong glance Gustave's way, and— "Well, you know me. I hate work."

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Gustave watches him for a moment, his expression fond, before he retrieves the book from beneath his flat little pillow and flips it back open. "You know," he says idly, "right before I left for the Expedition, a friend of mine said I was the most stubborn man she knew."

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"We have so much in common. Mine said I was the most handsome man she knew."

What friend?? He has two friends, and they're 1) the family dog and 2) a childhood toy. Don't call him out on his blatant lie.

A moment passes, and he sets his hand down in the little sliver of space between their bedrolls. If Gustave gets to call what he did an invitation, then clearly, this gets to be called one as well.

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"I wouldn't disagree with her," Gustave hums quietly. He's a stubborn man, but he's not a pointlessly obstinate one; he will turn the page and silently take that invitation, resting his hand on Verso's. He squeezes his fingers, appreciative, his eyes still on the book that he's no longer really paying any attention to.

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Holding hands pancake-style is even more juvenile than Gustave calling him 'boyfriend', so Verso rectifies the situation by fumbling with his hand until he can intertwine their fingers. Gustave has nice fingers; rough in some spots from what he can only assume is tinkering with tools, but still soft in others. Warm.

He really likes this guy, and he instantly feels kind of like a piece of shit. Incapable of being normal, he gives Gustave one of his signature long, lingering looks Which Could Mean Nothing before closing his eyes. "Try to gasp quietly, if you can. I need my beauty sleep."