𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓

[ Verso shifts to lie down beside him, and Gustave shifts, too, lifting his head to spread out the makeshift pillow of Verso's clothing, offering to share it. It's unlikely enough they'll ever be able to share a real pillow, but this is nice, too: Verso lying next to him, staring up at the sky, so close Gustave can feel his body's warmth, can feel him pressed against his arm and leg. In some ways, it feels even more intimate than when they'd been tangled up before. It feels... normal. Like it could be a usual thing, the way him coming to the opera house to see Verso perform was a usual thing in that fantasy Verso had been detailing for him before.

He smiles, crooked, and rolls his head to look back over at Verso, both his hands settled on his bare stomach. ]

As much as I'd appreciate that, it would be a fairly dramatic way for you to meet the rest of the team, non?

[ (Just a casual reminder that it would be a lot easier for you to let him introduce the idea of you to the team first, Verso.)

Gustave breathes in deep through his nose, chest rising and falling in a smooth motion, and turns his face back up to the star-swept sky, thoughtful. ]

Well, whatever might be in there, it's where we need to go next.

[ A beat, and a slight tip of his head, acknowledging some thought of his own. ]

But we have to go back to the gestral village first. I promised Karatom I'd help him with the gunpowder for his Ultimate Sakapatate's cannons. You know–

[ Gustave looks back over again, squinting, lips pursed, exaggeratedly thoughtful. ]

Really help give it that extra... boost. A really big boom. That ought to help scare off any Nevrons that come calling.