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"I'm sure it wasn't that lucky," he says, pinky finger brushing against Gustave's in a very scandalous way!! "You don't give yourself enough credit." For, like, anything. Gustave still doesn't know how hot he is, which is insane.

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Can't believe Verso has fallen to societal pressure enough to find mediocre white men hot now but okay. "I didn't say it was all luck," he concedes, and then glances at the folded paper in his hand a little, smiling again. Teasingly: "Can't believe you admitted in writing that you like me. How embarrassing for you."

If they're going to pretend everything isn't going to hell around them for a few hours, he's going to go all in, fuck it.

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Newsflash, asshole, I've liked you the whole fucking time!!! Verso politely doesn't say. What part of Verso dumping him multiple times isn't clicking??

"I don't recall seeing a name," he teases back, although his head is slightly ducked, and he's, yes, embarrassed. Liking Gustave isn't the embarrassing part, but writing his feelings out so plainly is. "That could be about anyone whose 'handsomeness is beyond compare'."

Don't make fun. It rhymes with Lumière.

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Gustave isn't like Maelle — he'd never razz Verso for his actual poetry. But teasing him like he's a schoolboy with a crush feels like fair game. Safer, at least.

"Not letting you take a word of it back. I am fairly certain I'm the only one in the city with an arm made of metal," he says with a little grin, nudging Verso's leg with his own. "It does make me fairly incomparable."

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"It does," he agrees, softly. Admittedly, there's very few people for Verso to actually compare him to; he's not been a social butterfly in a long time, and definitely not since returning to Lumière. All the same, he feels confident that Gustave is incomparable in nearly every way that matters. Intelligent, dedicated, unapologetically himself.

"I meant it," he ventures after a moment. "I do like you." It sounds juvenile to hear himself say it, but it also feels like a juvenile feeling to begin with.

"I'm sorry that I'm not better at—" Showing it, he plans to say, but that's really just the tip of the iceberg. Truthfully, he should just be sorry in general. "All of this."

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"Don't do that. Apologize, I mean," Gustave says, and his voice is gentle, not reprimanding. "I don't need— I hope you know I still like you just as much when you're not performing for me. Sitting by you, watching you concentrate on what you were writing— it felt like you forgot I was there."

He pauses, then backpedals. "Which is a good thing. I don't think you let you relax around people enough to forget about them very often. It was nice."

And he'd read way less than he'd pretended to. Verso was very cute while he was scribbling away!!

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The sentiment is a little weird and very sweet; Verso feels a bittersweet squeeze in his chest that he does his best to ignore, instead knocking their knees together briefly. "If I'd known your ideal date was being forgotten, I would have tried way less hard this time around."

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He'd been similarly fond when Verso had fallen asleep with his head on Gustave's leg. It had felt sort of like winning the trust of a feral kitten. He won't say that part out loud.

"Good to have variety," he says, a little distracted, because the next thing out of his mouth is— "Emma asked if you were my boyfriend. That's— it feels like such a childish word. I'm in my thirties."

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If this is Gustave's way of broaching the 'what are we' conversation, he's chosen the worst way to do it by already dismissing one of the options out of hand. Verso averts his eyes, instantly agreeing, "Yeah. So childish."

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Fortunately or unfortunately, Gustave hasn't dismissed anything. He freezes for a split second, floundering, before he follows it with: "I told her yes?" He straightens up again, dragging his fingers through his hair nervously, and then rolling his eyes at the fact that he's got the mental space to even worry about shit this silly right now. "So— uh. If that's an issue, I can... correct the record."

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If he had any sense at all, this is where he would pump the brakes. He could very gently tell Gustave that just because Verso has feelings for him doesn't mean that this can actually be anything long-term, and that it's for Gustave's own good, because Verso's been poison to everyone who's ever cared about him. It would be the right thing to do, the thing he's been promising himself that he's going to do this entire time.

"It would just be confusing if you tried to correct it now," he blurts out, words bypassing his brain entirely. "I guess you're stuck with it."

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Realistically, rationally, Gustave knows. He's aware that Verso can promise him very little (at least, with the actual intention to deliver on said promise.) He knows that this is just a diversion for them both, really. He also knows it's too late for him, anyway; pumping the brakes isn't now isn't going to help it ache any less when Verso does finally manage to disappear the way he's been trying to do as long as Gustave has known him.

He laughs again, hanging his head briefly in relief. "I'll probably manage," he says, reaching to briefly squeeze Verso's knee. "Come on, there are so many more flowers I need you to tell me the meaning of."

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Despite everything, an insuppressible smile tugs at the corner of Verso's mouth at that gentle squeeze of his knee, and he stands to point at another blossom— "This one definitely symbolizes love. Or betrayal. Or perhaps indigestion."

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Gustave snorts a laugh, shaking his head. He really likes this fucking idiot. "Sure," he says, and he'll lead Verso around at an ambling pace for a while; the time outside, in familiar gardens, does seem to do a lot to help him relax.

It'll be sometime later, when they're preparing to leave, that he'll clear his throat thoughtfully. "Hey. I saw Sciel yesterday— she was hoping to see you, soon, too. I didn't make any promises."

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Verso does miss Sciel. He thinks about her assertion that she'd sacrifice him for her husband in an instant; it should have rankled, but it had actually felt good to be on the other side of that equation for once. It had felt like she understood.

In lieu of a proper response, he asks, "How's Pierre?"

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"He seemed— as okay as anyone, I guess. A little shell shocked, but Sciel's been firmly attached to him, so I'm sure he'll be fine." Gustave speaks with quiet fondness in his voice; he's happy for them both, genuinely. It's no less than what Sciel deserves after what she's been through. "She told me... that I already look out of shape."

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"And you want me to see her so she can say the same to me." Joking!! But he's also been lazing around for a full week and has a head full of sprouting white hair; he does shudder to think what Sciel might be able to say. "I'll consider it, but only after I've spent a week doing push-ups."

With a gentle nudge of his elbow: "Walk you home?"

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Gustave gently swats the elbow away, but it's clear he's still in as good a humor as possible. "Monsieur, please. You picked me up— let me walk you home."

He's not trying to be chivalrous; he just thinks Maelle might be home.

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Well, he'll take the not-chivalry, if only because no one has ever even been chivalrous-adjacent to him. It's cute. Endearing. Not endearing enough, though, for him not to say, "Fair enough. Your place is probably starting to smell from all those Nevron tissue samples, anyway."

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Gustave offers him his arm like a gentleman should, but gives him a baffled look at the same time. "Oh, so Monoco's taken a bath and disposed of his entire foot collection then? Good to know."

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Verso can't help the amused-confused look on his face at the offered arm; so gentlemanly!! After a moment, he laughs and takes Gustave's hand instead, grip loose and light so that he can easily step away if anyone decides to stop and chat with him on their way back. He feels a twinge of uncertainty at letting Gustave be seen with him like this in public at all, but he smothers it down.

"—I'll have you know I leave the window open to air the place out."

Probably also responsible for his improved mood. Before Monoco burst in, he'd spent most of his time with the curtains drawn and windows closed. Now, thanks to Monoco's absolutely disgusting collection of Nevron legs, he gets both sunlight and fresh air.

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Gustave seems a little surprised when Verso takes his hand, his grip tighter. "Sounds refreshing." He's not interested in forcing Verso to interact with people— but he also doesn't want him to think he's expected to move back, or that Gustave doesn't want to be seen with him.

"This was a nice afternoon," he adds quietly then, like it's private for just Verso. "Thank you."

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It was a nice afternoon, actually, likely owing to the delusional way they'd both ignored reality. In other circumstances, in another world, he thinks they'd have a good time. Unfortunately, they live in this world, where somehow the fact that Verso is still keeping the way he'd wanted to let Gustave die a secret is not the biggest threat to their relationship.

"Well," Verso says with a shrug, "turns out I'm a really good boyfriend." Lol, lmao, etc.

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Gustave rolls his eyes at that, pulling their joined hands to his mouth so he can kiss Verso's knuckles again. It's incredible, he thinks, the more he comes to know Verso— how obvious it is that so much of the sheer bravado is a mask. He doesn't know how he'd missed it for so long.

Then again, it wasn't often that Verso allowed any of them to see his vulnerable sides. How could they know? "So," he'll ask, casual as they navigate the streets, like they're some sort of normal couple in the real world: "When can I see you again?"

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'Again', huh. So this is really going to be an ongoing thing until Verso inevitably breaks Gustave's heart or ruins his life, whichever comes first.

"I don't know, I've got a pretty busy schedule." Sleep until noon, get up and argue with Monoco, maybe eat a little. His days are jam-packed. "But if you give me a day, I could... probably move some things around."