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[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.