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[endeavors]

[Hi, Tranquility. Remember Andy? He remembers you. Probably. Doesn't matter, because he found the alcohol and drank to forget his latest woe. Except now he wants to do nothing but talk about it.]

She's - she's a great woman. My wife. Maria do Carmo Correia. That's my wife. You probably jus' knew her as Carmo. It's a really pretty name, isn't it? I like it so much. That's a real Portuguese name.

I love her so much. Y'know? And I guess now she's... gone, or something. Back home, right? That's where people go when they don't wake up like the res' of us. [pause. Something got caught in his throat.

Yep, that was a burp.

Absentmindedly:] Sorry.

[Onwards.] But it's a good thing that she's home. I'm not sad. [just pathetically drunk.] Would've been nice to... say goodbye. Kiss her one last time. But now she's with Tomás and everything's right with the world. He's gonna give her trouble without me around, you can count on that.

[There's a sigh, smile present, but it eventually fades to something thoughtful and... well. Sad. Andy puts the glass down and buries his face between crossed arms, voice muffled by his sleeves.]

I jus' love her so much.

[That would be a weird sounding, strangely animal-like whine.

Then he hiccups.]

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[jacked]

[Zeke hates his life so much right now.]

Did you just drunk voicemail the whole ship.

[endeavors]

[mmwha-]

Oh.

[He's blinking at the screen. Slowly. For a moment he thinks it might be César all over again, but reality hits him instead.]

It's you.

[jacked]

Yeah. Me. Face you can't forget.

[Still so bitter.]

How much have you had, man?

[endeavors]

Not enough.

[have a little bitterness yourself, facetwin. Though his sounds a little more childish.]

Why, d'you want some?

[jacked]

No, I'm good staying sober on the nuthouse horror ship. Thinking someone should call closing time on you, though. No one wants to see this shit, man.

[bailedontheempire]

[Bail won't judge. He suspects he'd at least feel much the same had Breha been here and vanished]

Tomás is your child?

[endeavors]

That's right! [he nods emphatically, once.] My pride 'n joy. When he isn't chewing on me.

[bailedontheempire]

It's good that he has his mother with him then.

[Chewing... sounds familiar]

How old is he?

[endeavors]

[He shows the camera five fingers, spark of fatherly pride in his eyes. Then he lowers his arm and rests his head on it again.]

Terrible five.

[thatsaflaregun]

[Desmond feels you, bro. HE FEELS YOU.]

How old is your son?

[endeavors]

Five. Big baby. [that doesn't make much sense.] He's my baby.

[thatsaflaregun]

I've got a boy- Charlie. He's three. He's back with my wife.

[He pauses.] I know you how feel, brotha. Some days I want 'em as far away from this place as they possibly can be. Other days I think I'd feel a whole lot better if they were right here. But we don't get the choice, yeah?

[endeavors]

We really don't, do we. [mmuh. He's been convincing himself it's better this way.] I feel so lonely all of a sudden.

[leaps]

[ there is a pause... ]

I'm sorry.

[ awkward................. ]

[endeavors]

Thanks. [no, really. He's nodding and everything. Then he narrows his eyes and tries very hard to think.]

Do I know you?

[leaps]

We talked a few times. Not often, but I just...

[ awk pause ]

Thought I should say something.

[endeavors]

You did?

[he sounds endeared by that, in a way. Fond.]

Did you like her?

[lacksgrace]

You need someone to talk to? [ He knows how it is. He gets that. ]

[endeavors]

I'm talking plenty'nough already, aren't I?

[lacksgrace]

Not that kinda talking. You know what I mean.

[endeavors]

Yeah, yeah. [that would be a small groan. He pauses, leaning his face heavily on a lazy hand.] You can come if you want to.

[not like he cares. baka.]

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[skindeep]

Andy.

Where are you? Let me keep you company.

[endeavors]

Only if'you promise you'll drink too.

[skindeep]

It's been a few years since I've had a drink. I suppose I'm overdue.

[endeavors]

A few years? [how. how is that possible.]