41.) Closed Comment Log(s)

[meinxxherz]

[It's good to finally get some sleep, but Herz doesn't feel completely ready to throw himself back into the social workings of the ship. He's avoiding his comm in favor of working on Ruth and immersing himself into some heavy reading. His room had to get stiffing eventually, though, so not long after the sun's set, Herz is out on the top deck with

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[ttlynotawizard]

Remy had been worried about Herz the past few days. If Herz was anything like Remy, saying that he wanted to be left alone for a few days meant that something was horribly wrong. He'd sat back and let it be, giving Herz the benefit of the doubt, but when he'd heard not a word? Well, it was time to go looking. Sure enough, Remy found Herz on the top deck.

"So this is where you've been hiding," he said to announce his presence as he found a nice piece of wall to sit against.

[meinxxherz]

Herz gave a start and jerked his head in the direction of the voice. He could see Rem clearly in the darkness and instantly flushed.

"Uh--Hh-hey. I--well--I-I've actually, I've--I-I've been in my room."

[ttlynotawizard]

"Sitting alone, doing nothing and talking to no one?" Remy pulled his flask out from his jacket pocket and took a long drink. "In my experience, when you don't want to talk to anyone? That's when you need someone to talk to most."

[meinxxherz]

...oh man, he's pretty serious, jumping right into it like that. Herz balks at Remy's blunt approach. Tilts his head down, curls his shoulders inward.

"I...lll-look, I--I've just had...real trouble ss-s-sle--sleeping.

"...nightmares."

[explosivetalent]

Royston needed a damned cigarette and some fresh air, which seemed contradictory. He'd been holed up in his room for near a week now, and he realized there was a sort of ridiculous pattern: being removed from Thremedon apparently meant depression sinking in. Which meant less eating, more hiding away from the world. Which meant the clothes he'd finally had re-tailored needed to be brought in again just after he'd gone through the effort of letting out the hems and darts one of the servants in his brother's house had put in. He knew it was a ludicrous notion-- and maybe he was giving the city too much credit.

He was probably missing Hal more than he was missing anything Thremedon had to offer at this point.

He fumbled with one of the lighters he'd found in Deck 12 as he walked up the stairs, cigarette crushed between his teeth. They were different here, they had some kind of weird filter on the back that tasted like nothing and certainly not cloves. His grumbling about the lighter can be heard from some distance away.

[meinxxherz]

The smell of the cigarette is what drew him towards the other man. He didn't recognize him, which was something of a comfort in and of itself. Most of his friends didn't know he'd taken up smoking, so now, when he was getting that itch in the back of his throat, there was hope that him asking for one wouldn't reach them. It would stay between him and this stranger.

"Ex--excuse me, sir. Uhm..." He kept a distance, not wanting to impose if the guy wasn't one to share. "I'm--I'm sorry to, uh, to--to--to bother you..."

[explosivetalent]

"Hm?" It isn't so dark that Royston can't make out Herz-- especially his height. He takes the cigarette from his mouth, holding it delicately between two fingers; he would normally just talk around it, but one had to make a semi-decent first impression.

"You're not bothering me. What can I do for you?"

[meinxxherz]

"Could, uh...c-could--could I bum a--a smoke?" He motions to his cigarette. "Off...you."