IC INBOX for The Last Voyages

[magician_king]

You know what to do.

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[credere]

"W-what? No. Neither."

He doesn't feel like pointing out that he asked for them not to talk about those options again. As much as he wants them. As much as the memories are some of his favorite places to retreat to.

[magician_king]

"-oh. Oh, sorry, I misunderstood."

He says, going really red now, completely wrongfooted, tongue tied to the point where the only thing to do now is watch the deck and put one foot in front of the other

[credere]

"No, I'm sorry." Credence doesn't blush, he blanches, his face going grey and hollow. "I - I should've been clearer. I just...need some time."

[magician_king]

He walks him the rest of the way there, heart in his throat, and clears his throat when he gets to the panel.

"You can- program in whatever you'd like. Here."

Tapping it with the chip to wake the room up.

[credere]

"Thank you. Um."

He still doesn't know how to express 'this is all kind of fucked up and I really don't know how to reassure you that it's okay' except how Rey taught him, so he leans in for a quick but meaningful hug.

[magician_king]

Quentin gasps, and folds into his shoulder, hanging on tight for a heartbeat, relieved and warm and okay again, as long as Credence promises.

"Come find me. Whenever. I'll wait for you, okay?"

[credere]

"Okay," he mumbles, and draws back just a little. His eyes are red and a bit wetter, but his expression calmer. "Th-thank you."

[magician_king]

"You too."

He says, and backs off a few steps, then turns reluctantly to go, leaving him to the enclosure, going to go find a private corner to curl into.