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𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮, 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼—

( with gustave's propensities at having anxiety attacks, what is another sharp flicker of emotion but the norm? he catches note of it, though, for ever since he has 'returned', he has felt like any brash movements will make him fall apart. like he's just a doll and the stitches will come undone.

in some ways, gustave reads verso's embarrassment as not really wanting to engage with him very much. would make sense, wouldn't it?

the fact that he wanted to ask him anything at all makes him pause. )

Oh.

( he glances back at his journal, tries to think exactly why verso would worry about that in particular, then glances back at him. )

I've — mostly just gone through my own notes. It's difficult reading, after...

( to see the change in handwriting, to see the tear stains, now dry, on the page, the possible descriptions of what the girl had quickly recounter to gustave about where they had left his arm. his other arm, that is. ~~is any part of him even real—~~ )

I'm still not sure I've fully accepted that we're inside a painting.

[ Truthfully, Verso didn't actually want to ask that. He didn't really want to ask anything—the less he and Gustave have to interact, the better. But he'd had to say something, and accusing Gustave of making him ill (even unintentionally) had seemed suddenly ridiculous once the symptoms had passed.

So, now he has to deal with Gustave's existential crisis. ]

Yeah. It can be... a lot to take in.

[ He hadn't had someone as sweet and caring as Maelle to hold his hand and walk him through it. Clea had been brutal. You're not real. This family isn't real. ]

We already drank all the wine, or I'd offer you some.

Thanks, I think.

( about offering wine if they hadn't drunk it all? suppose it's the thought that counts. but it's not gustave who is feeling otherwise under the weather—it's verso. and the man had come to think, likely needing something, thus interrupted by throwing up.

gustave swallows this conscious feeling he has, of his 'existential crisis', and lingers, instead of studying verso's face. )

You're sure you're alright?

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