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[Niko has had a little bit of a confusing week. He didn't expect to be asked along on a diplomatic mission; usually not anything he's good at (in his mind). But he came along, figuring he was there as bodyguard more than anything else.]

[But now he's returned, and he wants to check in.]

Hey, ah.... So I just got back. I had to go with Thán for a mission and now he has a new boyfriend for peace purposes I guess. I am not really sure what happened there. Sort of like an arranged marriage? [He's actually kind of suspicious of this whole-matchmaking thing now. He's always disliked match-making on some level, but there is something deeply unsettling about it here. Just how mandatory and committing it seems.]

[He doesn't hate the match he was given, not at all. But he knows there might be people they're even better suited to.]

Look, I am a little nervous about this big business here. Capitalism is shit, government is shit, and is bad enough when taking advantage of lonely people. But I think we are going to have to be sure to be good to the new guy because we saw what happened the last time we fucked up diplomacy.

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[At the moment this sorry is too little, too late. He's hurt. And as far as Niko's concerned, Miles needs to deal with himself.]

I beat myself up enough. I do not need your help to feel shitty. So unless it is important or job or emergency, it is best if we do not talk for a little while.

[He's not ready to forgive. He's not close enough to Miles to handle this.]

[ miles feels cold all over. he looks shellshocked and sick, mouth open, and he almost thinks of trying to ask niko not to repeat any of this to anyone, to keep what miles just did between them, but he can't bring himself to. god dammit. god dammit. no one to blame when you go around kicking down your own sandcastle.

instead what niko gets is a faltering nod of acknowledgment before miles hangs up. ]