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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

"Dunno. I got pulled back here right after. And ten minutes later we were in the zombie apocalypse."

[cactusy]

Welp.

Shaw lets herself float a little closer - close enough that she can reach out and pat his shoulder, lightly and a little awkwardly.

"I've never been a funeral kind of person. I walked out of the last one I went to. But it sucks that you had to do that on your own."

[littletonoidea]

When her hand lands, Eiffel reaches up gently to catch it and give her a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah, it wasn't great. Nearly went back to my old friend to make it go by a bit faster, but. The teetotaller lives another day."

He swallows quietly as he releases her again, and looks up at her. "You don't have to apologise when you die, you know. Not to me. Only if you don't come back."

[cactusy]

Her fingers are limp and unresponsive in his, at first. Then her arm tenses in discomfort, and then it forcibly relaxes, and she gives him a little squeeze back before they let go.

"Good," she says, wryly. "Because, uh-- let's just say I have a pretty dangerous lifestyle."

And why would that change on the Barge?

"I haven't really told you too much about home, have I."

She knows she hasn't. But she also feels like she should, after what he's shared - and what's more, she feels like she wouldn't mind. Feels like she wants to, even.