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[stonethrow]

𝓶𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮, 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓬𝓲𝓻𝓬𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼—

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[recreatable]

[ 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.

[stonethrow]

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?