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[dendarii]

"This is Miles. Leave a message and I'll respond to you at my earliest convenience."

The line has gone silent; any messages sent to this name only return an error.

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[keep_nothing]

[ Her eyebrows shoot up. ]

Needed it?

[dendarii]

Yes, needed it. Beyond figuring this thing out. I needed to figure it out because I needed to.

[ He's about to the point where he's not going to remember this the next morning. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ Maybe she should take away his glass ...

Nah. ]

But why did you need to? What are you trying to figure out exactly?

[dendarii]

[ What a cruel mother. Miles keeps drinking, then, and his words just come out more honest and more blurred. ]

If I liked. You know. Truly liked, enough for a real relationship. That's important.

[keep_nothing]

[ Oho, now they're getting somewhere. ]

You mean a real relationship with a man?

[dendarii]

Yes! Of course with a man. I wouldn't spend all this time figuring out I liked men if I didn't want a relationship with a man.

[ He makes a gesture that he intends as a "duh, that was obvious" sort of motion. It comes out much floppier than he'd intended. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ Don't laugh, Cordelia, or he might get offended and stop. She valiantly holds it in, but her grin just widens even more. ]

Was there a specific man in mind?

[dendarii]

[ Hang on. His brain is still loading. ]

... Yes?

[keep_nothing]

And his name would be ... ?

[dendarii]

I don't know. But it's someone. More wine.

[ He holds out his glass. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ She only pours a little more since she doubts he'll notice. She also make a mental note to be sure to leave painkillers and water out for him in to have in the morning. ]

You can't think of a single name? Someone you're close to, someone you love?

[dendarii]

[ Indeed, he doesn't blink at all; she could have just faked pouring and he'd have reacted much the same. ]

Of course there are people I love. But you're family.

[keep_nothing]

But there's someone you love that isn't family, right?

[dendarii]

[ Said automatically: ]

Gregor.

[keep_nothing]

[ Cordelia briefly looks up to the ceiling, eyes closing while she mouths Yes! When she looks back down, the smile is still in place. ]

And do you want a relationship with Gregor?

[dendarii]

[ It takes him a moment even now. Sluggishly slogging through his thoughts to get down to the truth he hasn't even fully realized for himself. Until just now. ]

... Yes. Yes, I do.

[ He blinks, rather surprised at the words that come out of his mouth. The light of something dawning on him. ]

[keep_nothing]

[ She softens her voice, not wanting to interrupt his revelation. ]

You want more than a platonic relationship with Gregor.

[dendarii]

Yes.

[ It's a damn good thing the Russians have that link tamped down or Miles would be reaching over it right now to tell him. As it is Cordelia can likely feel his mind scrabbling for purchase, utterly obliterated by the one-two punch of the drinking and the revelation. ]

-- I have to tell him. Where's a pen and paper?

[keep_nothing]

[ She actually blinks here, surprised. ]

You want to write it down?

[dendarii]

Of course, of course. Has to be a proper love letter.

[ He finds a notebook and a pen near his bed and proceeds to start scribbling. ]

[keep_nothing]

You should probably tell him in person when he comes back, love.

[ But she take the glass from him as he scrambles up, saving the sheets and floor from wine stains. ]

[dendarii]

Letter first. Promise me you'll deliver it.

[ He keeps scribbling. It's ... basically gibberish. ]

[keep_nothing]

Now you want me to play Baba?

[ She peeks over his shoulder to see what he's writing, trying not to laugh out loud. ]

[dendarii]

[ Gregor, you are a poem. I don't understand you but your words are pretty. How do you put up with me? I think at best I'm a limerick. Short and often inappropriate.

... That's about the level of fine verbiage going on the page here, and he's scratching out every other word. ]

Just messenger, please.

[keep_nothing]

[ What hope she had of concealing her amusement is utterly shattered by reading this letter, snickering behind her hand in some vain last attempt to hide it. ]