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Llama 11, Evening, Video

[It's been a few hours since everyone has returned from the mission. Ryo looks tired - but gods, who isn't by this point? - but he's still here.]

I'm in the dining car. I have coffee and tea and hot chocolate - the good kind. I also have something that'll knock you out until tomorrow, if you want that. If anyone wants anything, you're welcome to come pick it up.

You don't have to stay and talk, but...if you want to, I'm here. I can also help you if you're hurt or still coughing from the smog on the mission.

Just...don't feel like you have to handle this alone. Even if it's not me, there's always someone willing to help. You just need to ask.

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[Ghost doesn't reply to the network message - he just shows up, mostly to slide a book across the table to Ryo. It's one of the Psychology books from the medical car.]

Here - if you're going to be putting yourself out there for this, a better grounding in what you're doing can't hurt. I've got one on trauma specifically that I'm working through as quick as I can; I think we're going to need as many people with the knowledge as we can get.

[Otoha doesn't bother responding to the post and instead sits down next to Ryo. He's silent for a few moments before...]

... Hey. Can you give me your hand?

[He just... needs to check something.]

[He's a little surprised to be given a book in response to all of this, but he nods. He knows he has more to learn; this is just a different way to do things. Endon's preferred methodology.]

Um- thank you.

[...he honestly has no idea where to go from here. He's too tired to figure it out.]

[He lets the silence settle as long as Otoha wants. He'd completely lost his temper in front of Otoha, and honestly, he's not about to be the first one to bring it up.]

Okay.

[He offers Otoha his hand, palm up.]

[He takes Ryo's hand, swallowing hard. He just holds it for a moment before putting his other hand under Ryo's, holding it between both palms.]

... I... sorry. I just needed to check... to make sure that I didn't...

[Otoha inhales sharply, his voice shaking a bit.]

That I didn't... kill you.

[That's fine, Ryo. Ghost can carry a conversation a little bit, even as exhausted as he is.]

Don't worry about it. I know we haven't really talked, but I've seen you around, and I know you're working hard to help everyone you can.

On a less healthy note! Throwing out there that I took a lot of alcohol with me 'cause I figured some people would need it.

No one can have all of it, and they gotta be at least eighteen or whatever their version of that is. Everyone I've run into is a special sort of fucked up right now. As in 'you guys need a support group before you actually hurt someone' fucked up so here's to having a drink with a friend.

[Not Murphy though! Murphy is fiiiiine. ~~Murphy is not fine but he's at a far better level than some of the people that were on that mission right now.~~]

I can leave a couple of bottles with you in case a couple of consenting adults wanna mix it with their tea or coffee or something.

There's a bad kind of hot chocolate?

[ Koumyou's voice isn't as energetic as usual, but that's probably to be expected. Every mission ends with some kind of exhaustion, this one just went for the heart more than the body. ]

I'm a healer. This is what I do.

[It's reflexive but still very much the truth.]

[He pauses - the voice is familiar, and while this person looks human, his Sense is telling him he definitely isn't.]

You're...I'm sorry, I know you introduced yourself today, but I don't remember your name.

[Just a warning not to shoot the black blobs and an awkward conversation about size.]

[...oh, gods.]

[Ryo stands, still holding Otoha's hand, and wraps his other arm around Otoha, resting his chin on Otoha's shoulder.]

You didn't. I'm alright. It's okay.

[There is probably something that should be said in reply to that first bit. Right now, Ryo has no idea what it is. So instead:]

Thank you. That's kind of you.

Not that I've had, but there is okay hot chocolate.

I know. I'm an absolute gem of a former human being. Be the world you want to see, right?

[Warren has taught him that if you allow someone alcohol and an appropriate shit-fit their chances of trauma recovery go way up. This isn't an accurate lesson but he's absolutely rolling with it.]

I suppose I'll have to come give it a try, then. To make sure I've had the good kind.

[He's tired, but he still knows when someone's messing with him.]

...right.

I'm set up in the dining car, if you wouldn't mind dropping them off.

I'll see you soon.

No problem! I'm heading through to the kitchens so I'll drop them off and then go make myself a Mojito. Because my brain is full of colorful ungodly skyfuck and I want it out.

[He didn't really want a reason, he just likes bitching.]

[He lets go of Ryo's hand and wraps his arms around the boy, holding him tightly.]

... Know it sounds stupid. Shouldn't let that shit rattle me. I'm just...

[He doesn't even know how to explain. He's just got too many emotions in him right now.]

What in the worlds is 'hot chocolate' anyway? Or coffee, for that matter.

[Sometimes, when everything goes to hell on you and you just barely manage to pull through, what you really need is a hug. He holds Otoha, gently stroking Otoha's hair with a hand.]

It's okay. It rattled everyone.

[Ryo definitely doesn't lose his shit like that on a normal day, that's for sure.]

But we all made it through. You can let it out. It's okay.

[There's a lot to sort through there, but honestly, he goes for what he can handle right now.]

What's a mojito?

They're both hot drinks - why don't you drop by and try them?

[Because that is so much easier than trying to explain what they are.]

How big are the cups you're using?

( This is dithering, but he is summoning up the energy to stand and plod out again. )

Just the usual mugs.

[The fact that a yes or no question got another question as a reply is a little concerning, to say the least. Is he okay?]

( He's exhausted, pale, his throat and lungs hurt, and he's Fine. He'll be smiling when he arrives! But who answers direct questions, ah? )

Hmm, ( he hums, then taps a finger on an unseen surface. ) Maybe half full, I can try both! The mugs here are so big, who designed them?

( With that he moves to stand, which is a shift of fabric that can be heard, at least, not yet ending feed )

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