[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]

What?

[Reeve's eyes darted toward where Mini was hiding, then started to pat at his pockets. And... Ah.]

OF course he took it. But if you're willing to stay for that, I would thank you for it.

[sinistral]

Hopefully I've not angered him by outing him. But I'm glad he did take it, because I wouldn't have known your situation otherwise.

[Would Mini trust the Soldier after this? Perhaps, but perhaps not. Still, it's Reeve's trust that's more important at the moment.]

I will stay.

[plate_builder]

You've done what you've done for my good. He'll forgive you.

[But the confirmation earns a smile from Reeve.]

Thank you. I just... Might need to get some rest and consider leaving Temba for a bit, while I let myself recover.

[sinistral]

As I hope you will, for my conspiring with him.

[At least Reeve seems receptive to help, rather than arguing. Maybe he's truly more tired than he looks. Or maybe there's a level of trust here that the Soldier isn't entirely sure he's earned.]

I have been working to clear some rubble from buildings in Sh'Ka. If you desire to camp there.

[plate_builder]

I hardly consider feeding me to be conspiring. It is... a kindness.

[No, the man has earned this trust, twice over. Reeve perhaps trusts too easily, but he does trust.]

That... That would be nice. If nothing else, I'm a great portable fire starter. My materia are good for that much. If you'd truly welcome the company.

[sinistral]

I am glad you take it as such.

[Not that he thought Reeve would be mean, but emotional matters can be stressful.]

You have stayed with me before and I had no objection. Why would I change my mind now?

[plate_builder]

Last time you were taking care of me because...

[Wait. Oh, he gets it.]

I suppose that situation was much like this.

[sinistral]

Similar, perhaps. But with a marked lack of falling stone leaves and the need for maintenance. [A thoughtful pause.] Unless you think digging around in my arm would help you.

[plate_builder]

I would not ask for that, whether it would comfort me or not, if it would upset you.

[Because stressing out his friend would be the worst choice ever. He would not approve.]

[sinistral]

If it was a means to help you, I would. But if you are not desperate for that distraction, perhaps it is best left alone.

[For both their comfort, really.]

[plate_builder]

Another time then. When you need it and I am free to do so. I want to make sure my friend is in his best healthy state.

[sinistral]

Another time. Though you may find it an impossible task if you're talking about more than physical aspects of health.

But I am amenable to staying for a few days, or staying around the area, to keep you company.

[plate_builder]

I'm not good at helping people with their own mental distress. TRust me on that.

[He could barely even help the friends that DID talk to him about that stuff.]

I can probably get some space made up for you to sleep.

[sinistral]

I appreciate when people don't try more than when they do.

[It's a whole Thing. ]

That will not be necessary. Floor space is all that I require, and not much of that.

[plate_builder]

There's not much here to be had, but it's yours to use.

[He rises from the table and moves right for the door. Probably time to get some sleep.]

[sinistral]

And I am yours to direct. If there is a particular place you would prefer me, that is where I will go.

[He hesitated a moment, then offered up something he suspects Reeve already knows.]

I know what it's like to not sleep easily.

[plate_builder]

I prefer not to direct you. Just offer things and hope they suit my friend.

[He opens the bedroom door and looks around. After a moment he goes to one stretch of wall in the room to go and start clearing boxes to help make a place for Soldat.]

Sadly so do I. Quite a bit.

[sinistral]

Safe, warm and dry. That is all I need.

[And needless to say, his presence can contribute to the first point, if necessary.

But, following Reeve into the room, he sees that his friend has no need to worry. The space is more than adequate, boxes or not — though he will help Reeve to shift them as he sees fit.]

Then you will not hesitate to ask, if you have need during the night?

Wrap here?

[plate_builder]

I will not hesitate.

[It's a true promise. With Soldat's help, it's easy to move the boxes, and he even takes his extra blanket to offer it out. And soon as he felt comfortable with all of this, Reeve was content to lay down and try and close his eyes.]

Thank you.

Yes indeed!

[sinistral]

You are welcome.

[It's nicer accommodation than he usually has, especially the borrowed blanket. Actually, he finds himself quite comfortable, settling with the wall at his back and his attention on Reeve. He keeps a weapon close out of habit but his attention is more on the patterns of Reeve's breathing, prepared to assist his companion if needed in the night.

It is...good, to be in someone's space, at least temporarily. What a novel idea.]