[Open Video]

[plate_builder]

[The video starts awkwardly, as if whoever is starting it isn't used to using the communicator device. Perhaps for some that might have a very clear reason behind if if they recognize a few details. First of these was that the room the video was being shot in was clearly the Restoration Committee building, also known as the large room for organization that one Reeve Tuesti had set up for rebuilding and improvement plans. Second of these was the fact that there was clearly one Mister Reeve Tuesti sitting on a less than comfortable looking stool facing a table with a surface tilted some thirty to forty degrees up from horizontal, hands moving with a ruler and pencil as his voice mumbled indistinctly to himself and he drew lines on it. And, thirdly, there was the fact that the video was clearly shot from only a few feet above the floor, as opposed to a height that would make sense for anyone that lived here save perhaps the droids and the actual culprit: Mini-C.

The video of Reeve continues for a moment before turning away to face the feline's face as he turns and walks away, a door soon closing behind him and leaving him standing with the communicator camera pointed at himself, still recording, while he sat just inside Reeve's room.]

D'ye ken wha tha was? One ah tha most pathetic sad sack sights me wee eyehs hae evah seen.

[The cat shakes his head and then takes a deep breath. He talks more slowly from then on, clearly struggling to suppress his accent to talk more like his creator's more 'refined' tones. Really, the point is to sound more easily recognizable, he gets that these humans don't always get him]

That's been the sight ah've had of him for two days now. All mah efforts ain't managed to get him to eat regular or sleep enough. Most days it's a mite hard to get him ta take care o'imself. It's a good thin' he made me, cause I take care of him. But ya see, he ain't been all right since a thing happened.

[How weird, that it would be a little robot cat to announce this sort of thing.]

Poe. He be gone. Gone gone this time, ain't no listing on the ships or comms. When Reeve found out, well, ah could not keep him from tryin' ta distract himself. Which meant more work. And less sleep. And less food.

Ah need help. Used ta be ah was a good influence on gettin' him to be careful and healthy and all them wee things that make the big thing that is living as a person. Cept he ain't listening to me no more. What do ah do? Ah need help getting him ta sleep and eat.

Annae advice? Or perhaps can some ah'ya lads and lasses help me haul him inta being himself agin? Or at least gettin' him ta take serious the whole 'food and sleep make humans run' thing?

Comments

[plate_builder]

Oh dear Goddess.

[No, that would be horrible. Reeve hated his betrayer, but that didn't mean he wanted something that bad.]

[ambitiousblond]

[Rufus chuckles as he refills his glass, his own bottle half empty by now.

Dark Nation yawns as she lays out, making herself comfortable at Rufus's feet as it seemed like they were going to be here for a bit.]

The offer is always there, just in case.

[plate_builder]

[Reeve pours his drink and sips lightly at it.]

I thank you for that. That doesn't fix how I'm feeling now, though. I loved him.

[ambitiousblond]

He must have loved you as well. [He hadn't formally met Poe but he knew Reeve, the kind of man he was after all the years that they knew each other.]

I wish there was something I could tell you that could lessen that. Reno just told me random stuff that wasn't exactly hopeful when I went through something similar.

[plate_builder]

[That comment is what breaks down the strong front Reeve was clearly trying desperately to hold on to. The tears stung at his eyes and his throat felt tight and hell this was the worst thing.]

I think he did.

[ambitiousblond]

[Rufus didn't have a proper handkerchief of any kind so he grabs a clean looking dishtowel to offer it to Reeve when he sees the tears.

He's never been good with being emotional himself, handling feelings but offering the dish towel was a silent invitation that he won't judge if Reeve cries, that it will stay between them.]

[plate_builder]

{Well, that's the best he can do and he accepts it to dab at his eyes. It was... troublesome to hurt so much. He can't help it. He's crying now. And he buries his face in the towel as he wept. It was wrong, to finally get this chance to be with someone who cared, and lose them so fast.]

[ambitiousblond]

[Rufus says nothing but looks away to take another drink, letting Reeve have the time he needs to let it out. A part of him envies Reeve that, being able to feel things like that and let it out.

So he gives him a few moments before refilling his glass, the best way he knows how to give any measure of comfort.]

[plate_builder]

[He had gotten used to sharing his emotions recently. Sorry Rufus.]

You know... None of this is easy for me. It just keeps happening> I think I need to stop trying to love.

[ambitiousblond]

I can't imagine it is easy. [He raises his eyebrows but then shakes his head.]

But it's who you are, Reeve. You care about others, you can love someone. I don't think you can turn that part of you off so easily.

[plate_builder]

You don't know me as well as you think then. I resolved to stop trying many years ago. It kept for a while.

[This was a mistake, being in love. But he might want to consider returning to casual, empty things. If it ever comes up here.]

I can't keep doing this.