IC contact. Drift Fleet.

[edwinjarvis]

 

 

Hello, this is Edwin Jarvis; I'm unable to answer the phone at the moment, but leave a message and I assure you I will respond as soon as possible.

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[mucked]

[ peggy knows precisely what that error is. she knows it as certainly as she knows the darkness that crosses his eyes. it's these bloody 'adventures' as he calls them. and peggy had since after called them larks. the argument sits stale and unhappy in the back of her throat. ]

Mister Jarvis. I am sincerely sorry I did not tell you sooner. [ only...how could she? given the nature of these last few months. given the conflict he doesn't yet know has happened. ]

But take heart that she is well and that you were there for her every step of her recovery. [ barring that vengeful detour, peggy knows. ]

[edwinjarvis]

[He shakes his head.]

No, It's fine. I mean, it's not... But it's not...

I'm... not sure how I would say... How to...

[He's having a hard time forming coherent thought, forgive him.

He doesn't seem to remember how to function at the moment.]

[mucked]

Hush. You needn't say anything. Not right now -- and certainly not to me.

[ she doesn't deserve such consideration after what's passed between the pair of them back home. peggy rises from her crouch, yes, but only so she can instead drop her hands firmly on jarvis's shoulders.

steady. supportive. ]

You don't have to stay here. At the bistro, that is. I can take you back to the Tourist.

[edwinjarvis]

[He nods weakly, his shoulders slouching under her touch.]

... I can't stay here. I'm just --

[He feels like he can't think; he feels his eyes burn again, just as he'd fought back control. This is no good -- he can't concern his crewmates, coming in so upset. He can't. He has work to do there, and he can't do it with their concern aimed at his back.]

... I don't want the Tourist to worry. Could I... I mean, if you don't mind, could I stay on the Starstruck? Just for the day; I'll be alright, if I can manage a day.

[mucked]

...Of course.

[ she doesn't yet guide him onto his feet. peggy's certain he's not ready for it. instead, she chucks a finger under his chin and lifts his head up, up, up so that she might bring back a touch of poise. ]

You are always welcome aboard my ship, Mister Jarvis. No matter what the circumstances. Spend the night, if you like.

[edwinjarvis]

[He looks at her with a tired frown, though there's at least some recognition in his eyes other than that sort of dead, miserable stare -- recognition that she's trying her best to make this a bit easier.]

Thank you for -- telling me.

It wouldn't have been fair for her, if I... went along happily... not knowing.

[mucked]

I rather doubt she'd see it that way, Mister Jarvis. [ a soft huff -- it's nowhere near laughter, except that it kind of is. ] I suspect I'd get a severe dressing down from your Ana if she thought for a second I'd plagued you with problems you can't solve.

[edwinjarvis]

Yes, well... I appreciate it, regardless.

[He looks down at their feet, his own scuffing aimlessly.]

I just wish there was something I could do, other than standing around dumbly.

[She knows well enough, how much he can't sit still after the fact--

And who he sets his focus on, as well as his aim.]

[mucked]

[ only now does she pull him upright. a gentle tug -- urging him to stand alongside her. ]

Standing is a start. [ peggy promises him. ] We'll work on the dumbly bit in due time.

[edwinjarvis]

[He breathes out. Breathes in.

It will take a long time before it ever feels like enough air. He squeezes her sleeve in hand softly.]

... In due time.