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[peint]

Thank you. I'm taking that to heart.

Sleep I've pretty much given up on, though.

[morewhoothanwhee]

Any particular reason?

[ Verso just has experience with not sleeping because of Reasons.

Perhaps talking will help.

Or he can try to bore Gustave sufficiently for sleep to happen. ]

[peint]

Too much on my mind, I guess. I used to go on benders like these back in Lumière, but at least there was an excuse then. Too much work, never enough time. But out here, it's just asking for trouble.

[morewhoothanwhee]

[ And others can pay the price for his exhaustion. Which will weigh on him, making it yet harder to sleep. ]

Bring your bedroll to the far side of the camp site. I think there is something I can do to help.

[ ... music. He means music. ]

[peint]

[ even under threat of death he will not admit what his first split-second thought is, but he just. chides himself and goes to roll up that bedroll. ]

Ordinarily I'd say sorry to bother you, but since you're up too, maybe it'll help us both.

[ smooth. ]

[morewhoothanwhee]

[ It has been a long, long time since Verso thought of himself in that context. So it doesn't occur to him what it might seem like. Too much time on his own. ]

It might.

[ When Gustave finds him, yes, there is the piano, and ... Verso leaning with one hand lightly on and spacing out staring over the water. ]

[peint]

[ bedroll tucked under his arm, he finds Verso and the piano dipped in moonlight and relaxes his shoulders a little. ]

Ahh, I see. You're going to play me a lullaby?

[morewhoothanwhee]

[ ... he wasn't going to mug him, either.

Verso starts, slightly, then turns, his expression wistful but also somehow less closed off than usual. ]

More or less. Even without being a lullaby, music can soothe the mind, if you let it.

As you said you are giving up on sleep, I thought I'd offer to try. It wouldn't hurt, would it?

[peint]

Not at all. Let me, just—er, make myself comfortable.

[ kind of a funny situation to be in, setting his bedroll up to the side and a bit behind the piano bench so he can be serenaded, but it's a sweet kind of funny. ]

Maelle mentioned you could play. I know a little, but I'm much more of a listener than a player.