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[lacksgrace]

[ Bet everyone on the network has missed this pretty face, right? He's not in his room this time, however. In fact, he's kind of roaming around the halls. So, the video is a little shaky. ]

You know, there's something about all this I really don't get. So much attachment can't be good for anyone on this boat. It's the same whenever there's a jump, and most of the time, we're not all that lucky anyway. Half the people we know leave and some we don't replace 'em.

I dunno why I think it's ever gonna be different. Maybe I'm just that optimistic. [ Yeah, he's kind of lost another friend. Even if he's gained one from before, it doesn't seem to keep him from going down a path he really shouldn't be going down. A shake of his head, and he's frowning. ] And another thing—

Dying happens. It's that whole natural process whatever that comes with the being mortal thing. The best you can hope for is ending up somewhere better than here. [ Bells sounds frustrated now, the sigh he gives distracting him from what else he'd been about to say. ] This is boring as fuck. I'm getting tired of waiting and the same stuff always happening.

Who's exactly doing who a favor around here anyway? Can't be a decent guard if there's shit protecting us. Now that's something to think about, huh?

[ And with a grimace, the feed abruptly ends there. Feel free to bump into him on his way to the OG. ]

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[showbizpanache]

[Sure, a lot of the stuff Bells said is sort of insensitive, but Kurt can see through that. He looks concerned.]

Are you all right?

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[lacksgrace]

[ He can be insensitive if he wants to be. Except he's not giving him eye contact when he answers. ]

I'm good. Can't you tell?

[showbizpanache]

You're a terrible liar.

[lacksgrace]

Who says I'm lying? I'm fine. Never been better.

[showbizpanache]

[A sigh.]

Where are you? I'm coming to see you.

[lacksgrace]

Uh. [ Okay. Bells has to actually pause and look around. He hadn't been paying any attention. ] I guess the garden thing. Same place as before.

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[showbizpanache]

I'll see you shortly.

[And he'll be grabbing his piece--just in case--tucking it carefully in the belt of his jumpsuit before walking briskly toward the gardens. He finds Bells and sort of jogs up to him, bouncing on his feet.]

There you are.

[lacksgrace]

[ He gets a look at the way Kurt meet him, though the corner of his mouth twitches a little in an effort to smile. It's kind of cute. ]

You didn't have to hurry. I wasn't gonna go anywhere.

[showbizpanache]

Well I didn't want to keep you waiting. Especially since you're going to tell me what's bothering you, right?

[He raises his eyebrows expectantly.]

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[mikelo]

[It sounds more realist than anything. Mikelo frowns some before actually opening the feed. While not best of friends (as if Mikelo has ever had one besides dance), he'll admit to himself that Bells is probably the only person he's even remotely "close to" who's on this damn ship.

When he opens the feed, there's a slight tip of his head.]

Bells?

[lacksgrace]

Nothing's bothering me. [ He almost bites his tongue at how harsh that sounds coming out of his mouth. ] I just think everything about this place is pretty fucking redundant.

[ Kurt's going to have to try harder than that. ]

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[lacksgrace]

[ If he's honest with himself, thinking about Mikelo had been in there somewhere too. But Bells is hardly honest with anyone, let alone himself. He rubs at his forehead. ]

Yeah?

[showbizpanache]

The part where people leave-- That's what you mean, right?

[And he gets harsh right back at him.] Because I don't know anything about that, not one bit.

[lacksgrace]

And what about the part where you wait and hope and wonder if they're ever gonna come back? What about that, huh? [ He turns his back to him, arms crossed. Guess who's being five years old. ]

I don't want that, Kurt. This place makes me feel— [ Hands through his hair now, obviously frustrated. ] What if Lor goes like that? Or what if - [ A little quieter. ] - What if you go?

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[mikelo]

[He hadn't really thought ahead of what to say. He chews at his bottom lip, briefly glancing away.]

Want any company?

[It's about all he can think of, even if it's more for himself.]

[showbizpanache]

[He has to stop for a minute there, because wow it would be nice to go home and stay there. To be with his family and--and see Blaine again. But then he'd leave everyone here. He'd leave Bells and John and Wichita and Brendan and all of them and would never ever see them again--]

I... I suppose it's better not to think about it.

[lacksgrace]

[ Did he want company? Maybe he should accept considering he tended to hurt things when he was this upset. Bells gives a jerky nod. ]

Sure. I can come find you if you want. Where are you?

[ Because he felt so incredibly restless and needed to move. ]

[lacksgrace]

But I can't stop thinking about it. [ Hands clenched, he faces him again. ] It's all I've got in my head since... I'm really fucked up.

[ And the way he laughs is just as bitter as his voice. ]

[showbizpanache]

You're not.

[He doesn't like this. It's almost as if Bells isn't used to feeling so much. As if it's new to him-- Whereas with Kurt, grief is an old friend.

Cautiously he steps closer.] You're really not.

[mikelo]

[Mikelo nods.]

My room. 014»193.

[lacksgrace]

You don't know that. [ It's a forced murmur now, fingernails digging into his palms to keep his hands from shaking. He hates this more than he can even express, wants to run back to the drugs he's left behind and hide there until it goes away. ] You don't know what I've done. You'd probably think the same thing.

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[lacksgrace]

[ He gets there a lot faster than he means to, waiting a few seconds before knocking and hoping Mikelo has left the door open. ]

Hey. It's, uh. It's me.

[showbizpanache]

[That makes his stomach curl a little bit, because it's true-- He doesn't know. He bits his lip, curling his fingers toward his chest.]

You could...tell me.

[lacksgrace]

You'd wanna hear something like that? [ Almost disbelieving, but it's hard to tell. ] Why?

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[mikelo]

[He's up and answering the door after hearing the confirmation (with all that's been happening, who knows what could come knocking?)

With a wave in greetings, Mikelo makes a sweeping motion with his hand- Bells can make himself at home, if he pleases. As for himself, Mikelo goes back to sitting on the bed, legs crossed.]