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[showbizpanache]

[There really is no segue-in for this. Just soft music playing quietly for a while--a little static-y, as if it were playing on an old-fashioned record player--and then about a third of the way through a beautiful voice starts singing, hitting every high note perfectly.]

Wishing you were somehow here again
Wishing you were somehow near.
Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here.

Wishing I could hear your voice again
Knowing that I never would.
Dreaming of you won't help me to do all that you dreamed I could.

[The voice stops singing and the rest of the song plays through, and that's all there is. He said he's sing for everyone on the ship someday, but didn't think it would be like this.]

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[amethysts]

Breathe. Breathe.

Fuck. Where are you? I'm coming.

[Because she hated being alone, after everything. She keeps slipping into Jesse's room to sleep, although she senses that has to end soon as he becomes more himself--sixteen-year-old girl and twenty-six-year-old guy, it's not exactly the kind of thing people will understand even if she's not fucking him.]

[showbizpanache]

Our-- My room.

Look, you don't need to come. It's okay. I'll be all right.

[amethysts]

...Kurt, I was there too. And I thought--you know. Jesse was never coming back. Yeah, I don't need to come. But I want to. You shouldn't--be alone right now. What's the number?

[showbizpanache]

[He shares it, surprised and somewhat touched that a stranger is willing to offer such kindness to him.]

[amethysts]

[Libby shows up shortly.

See, this may be the last time she gets to do something like this, and it's coming barely after the first time she's ever done something like this. And he helped Jesse and made it through Strela and sings Phantom and, in the prim snarkiness of the responses she's read before, she sees someone a little like her.

And she's a soft touch, really.

She knocks, instead of just letting herself in.]

[showbizpanache]

Come in.

[amethysts]

Hey.

[Libby goes to sit next to him.

Then hugs him, because damn it, they've been in the same place.]

[showbizpanache]

[He stiffens; he wasn't expecting that. Physical contact isn't his strong suit, so he's awkward, but the fact that she's a girl helps him relax a bit. After a while he leans against her, still a bit rigid, but clearly appreciating the contact.]

[amethysts]

[It's not really hers either, so Libby pulls back after a little while, straightening her already straight jumpsuit.]

Uh--look. Usual way of handling this shit, for me? I get people drunk. But I don't...know--you want to get drunk or talk or--whatev. I can do it.

[showbizpanache]

I'm underage. [Like it matters.]

[amethysts]

Do I look eighteen to you?

[Libby pushes him one handed, gently.] Whatev. We can just sit here, too.

[showbizpanache]

I wouldn't say no to something non-alcoholic to drink.

[amethysts]

Coffee? Tea? I make wicked green tea. My buddy Liam--he was all into this purification fuckery. He said whenev you were fucked up about something you should have green tea and fast.

[And do heroin, but she doesn't think that's Kurt's kick, for some reason.]