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The facial hair is really necessary, because now he just looks like Edward Cullen!!!

Gustave closes his eyes, but Verso's stay open, watching Gustave's face. He looks more relaxed now, at least, wound marginally less tight than before. "Are you kicking me out?" he asks, and it's teasing, but there's a hint of sincerity. He gets it, really. Sometimes you want to wallow in your own misery alone.

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"Giving you an option, not making a suggestion. Bed is too big for one person. Plenty of space to wallow with company."

It's not his fault Aline was obsessed with Twilight!!! Gustave is just going to snuggle in, thank you very much. He can have this for a couple of minutes.

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Aline included RPattz in her Sims preset heads and forgot to delete it before Gustave was born, tragic.

"Well," he says, shifting onto his back. "If I might remind you, you were actually supposed to come over to my place." Which is, like, the saddest bachelor pad in existence, but at least it's not a hut. "I had wine and everything."

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"How's the bed?" Gustave follows Verso when he shifts, sort of casually leaning over him. "I have some slightly stale pastries I could probably contribute."

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Worn out from Verso flinging himself onto it crying, probably!!! "Oh, roomy. Warm. Very sturdy." Just saying. "Could use some stale pastry crumbs to liven the place up, though."

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"Very sturdy. That's a big claim. Have you done much stress testing?" They are both miserable, disillusioned, worried sick — not typically emotional states that lend well to frisky business. But Verso is right there beneath him, talking about his sturdy bed, and Gustave can't resist the urge to drop his head, to press sharp and affectionate kisses against the side of his throat.

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Uh, yeah, he stress-tested it with the aforementioned flinging himself onto the mattress crying. But the horny human spirit is unbreakable, so he says, "I was waiting on someone who could help me test it more... scientifically."

He drops his voice, tone deep and sensual. "You know, with data points. Mm, and... hypotheses." And all those sexy science buzzwords he's just saying because he assumes that's what turns nerds like Gustave on.

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Well— okay. That's actually enough to get Gustave to lean up, his face crinkled in genuine amusement as he hovers over Verso. "Are you— is that seduction? Are you seducing me with data points and hypotheses?"

He's maybe a little outraged that it's actually working, but that's more to do with Verso's tone of voice than his actual words.

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Gustave isn't appreciating the sexy scientist roleplay enough. Verso could wear nothing but a white lab coat and goggles! Very hot, until he says 'data' when he means 'datum' and turns Gustave off.

"I think you're the one who decides if you've been seduced," he points out, which is just roundabout way of saying I don't know, is it working?

oh no

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Nothing sexier than a white man hitting you with the well actually mid-coitus.

But if Gustave is outraged, it's only because Verso didn't bat an eye at the way Gustave was whispering sweet nothings at him earlier, and him being an utter jokester is what's going to actually work. He deadweights on top of him, voice dropping to a whisper. "Are you inviting me back to your place because you're worried about having sex when my sister is home?"



He's just curious.

covers my eyes i saw nothing officer

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The feeling of Gustave's weight—which admittedly is not really that sizeable—on top of him isn't unpleasant, and Verso rests his hand on the small of Gustave's back, but that's all he does. Because, yes, he is sort of worried about that. He's not even sure if Emma knows that they're together (or something — this is a very poorly defined relationship), because Gustave didn't even know, and Verso kind of didn't know until he was asked, either.

"Science can be noisy work." And he's not really sure how thick these walls are.

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"We've never made— noisy— science—" Gustave starts, and he wants to be offended, but it just sort of sputters out. He doesn't really have the energy to actually care that much about it one way or the other. He leans in to rest more fully on Verso for a moment, just savoring the closeness of someone he's come to care about, before he rolls off the bed with a reluctant little groan.

"Okay. Come on, then, if you're going to be shy about it."

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'Making science' is definitely their worst euphemism yet. 0/10.

He'd argue it's more conscientious than shy, thanks, but he lacks the motivation to do much other than sit up and say, "Right, sorry. I'll keep the science very, very quiet."

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Gustave gives him a funny look, and not for the first time it occurs to him that neither of them are really in any condition to do — well. Much of anything, it's starting to seem like.

But he shakes it off, pulling a jacket from his closet and slipping it on. "Come on. You're right. I wouldn't want to scandalize Emma."

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Verso reaches down to slip on his shoes, considering the idea of telling Gustave that they don't actually have to 'make science'; they could just hang out, drink wine, maybe Verso could play some music for the first time since he's come back to Lumiére. He's not quite sure he trusts that to not end up depressing, though, and he has been practically dancing with a top hat and cane here to try to cheer Gustave up, so it would be a shame to undo his hard work.

Although— "I haven't, uh... bought science equipment." Wow, he cringes a little. Grossest way to phrase that. "Just to temper your expectations."

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That is absolutely the last thing Gustave expects to come out of Verso's mouth, and the shock of it combined with the absolutely idiotic metaphor shatter the absolute worst part of his mood somehow. He laughs, starts to talk and then laughs again, pressing his hand to his face.

"We've always managed just fine before," he says slowly, his shoulders trembling just slightly. "You promised me wine. I've got few expectations past that, I promise you."

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Verso stares, ears turning slightly red. On one hand, he's happy that Gustave is laughing, but on the other, why is he laughing!! Verso was being perfectly reasonable to set up expectations beforehand. He didn't want Gustave to get there and then be disappointed!

"—All right. Should we go before or after I fling myself into the sea?"

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Verso seems so effortlessly magnetic all of the time that it always surprises Gustave a little to see him embarrassed. "It was just the phrasing," he reassures him softly, and then hesitates, because they're two grown men who should be able to talk! Frankly! About sex!! "Is that the sort of— thing you'd like to try in the future?"

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Well, apparently his euphemisms are laughably unsexy, so—

"If you're amenable to it, yes, I would very much like to have intercourse with you."

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Gustave has never once been intentionally sexy in his life, and would genuinely be a little shocked to find out he'd ever been so accidentally. He tilts his head at Verso with a half smile, expression fond. "I'm amenable," he agrees softly, and — well, it's kind of nice to know their weird little relationship will last another few days at least. "Come on, then. Take me home with you."

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Damn, you know your standards are low when you're relieved that your relationship might last a few more days.

Verso wouldn't call it 'home', really, but that's too somber of a conversation to have when he's trying to keep things as forcibly light as possible for Gustave's sake. He leads them out through the house and out onto the streets of Lumiére, where there's an obvious discomfort at being among the citizens here; he keeps his head down, keeps to the periphery, doesn't let his gaze linger on any of them too long.

Still, he jostles Gustave's elbow with his own. "I guess that's a rain check on throwing myself into the harbor, then."

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"I'd rather you didn't," Gustave says, jostling him back with his own. The fact that he does, actually, seem to be quite popular will probably complicate Verso's attempt to keep his head down. They're not stopped constantly, but Gustave is well known enough that more than one person waves him over for a quick chat. Ophélie hands them each a flower, asks a probing question about Sophie that he defers, and Gustave's mask of good humor flags immediately at the end of each conversation.

"Hey," he says when they finally arrive, "sorry about that."

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People approach, and Verso politely steps back and keeps out of the conversation as much as possible, merely observing. He wonders if Gustave can tell that Ophélie is interested in him, or if he's painfully oblivious to that, too. He's never been so glad to make it back inside; he quickly opens the door and beckons Gustave inside, shutting the door behind him.

"You're the people's hero," he says drily; it's not Gustave's fault everyone likes him. As he leads Gustave further inside, it's clear that this place is nowhere near lived in — the furnishing is minimalistic, although clearly designed to keep him happy. Untouched books on the shelves, the only one out on the coffee table the one Gustave had returned to him with the pressed blossoms inside. There's a piano, but there's no sheet music.

He takes the gifted flower and sticks it in Gustave's shirt pocket. He can keep it — Verso doesn't want a reminder of all the destruction caused in his wake. Very casually, he says, "What does Sophie make of all of this?" Gustave isn't the only one who suspects he might get dumped.

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"I'm a familiar face," Gustave counters, and— well, it's not like he thinks he's unpopular or unlikeable. He's always been a bit of an awkward nerd, but he has always really enjoyed people. He loved the people of Lumière; it's one of the reasons why he'd been so determined to save it.

He snorts a little at the flower, taking both it and the one he'd been given, tucking them into the pocket of his jacket instead. He drifts to the piano, plunking out a few simple chords; it's less depressing than looking at this carefully arranged little habitat created for Verso.

"Uh—" Gustave has to pause and actually think about the question. "We're not telling everyone about everything, you know? Just certain people. She seems glad to be back, I think."

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Verso hums noncommittally. He's not going to encourage Gustave to reconnect with the love of his life, even though he probably should for Gustave's sake. Besides, it's hypocritical. He hasn't even broached the idea of Julie with Maelle. He wouldn't know where to start.

So, he just says, "I see. Dark and mysterious." Leave her guessing, Gustave! Keep her in the dark about the harsh realities of this world! It'll drive her crazy (really crazy).

Then, canting his head toward Gustave: "An engineer and a musician, too. Have you ever played?" Gustave doesn't really strike him as the musical type, honestly. He'd probably rather disassemble and reassemble the piano.