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[The feed clicks on to a very pale man gone slightly paler than normal. He has dark hair and dark eyes, and his face is extremely carefully controlled, doing his best to conceal worry.]

Ah... hello. My name is Greg. I'm not sure if anyone can help me, but has anyone seen a man named Miles Vorkosigan lately? He's about four foot nine, grey eyes. He talks very quickly. [His mouth twitches.] You'll know him if you've met him, believe me. He is-- [Gregor gropes briefly for a polite turn of phrase and rejects several internal attempts before he finishes] --extremely distinctive.

At any rate, is anyone able to locate him? He hasn't been responding to my calls, and while that is not particularly unusual in and of itself, he usually comes home every once in a while, and he hasn't turned up at work. I'm starting to worry. I-- [He stops, struggling briefly.] He's my foster-brother. I'd just like to know where he is. Miles, if you can see this, kindly drop me a line to let me know you aren't dead in an air vent somewhere, please. I'd appreciate it.

Thank you very much.

Comments

action. probably.

[whatdidisay]

( ivan looks up from where he's going through the network on his mid, shooting gregor a look and a very relaxed shrug. he's stretched out on his bed, which makes the shrugging difficult, but it's the thought that counts. )

It's Miles, Gregor. He's probably off doing something that's nearly going to get himself killed and then come back just fine.

action!

[lets_see_what_happens]

Yes, but, unlike you, I am accustomed to receiving semi-regular reports from Miles.

[He huffs out a breath and sits up, his eyes narrowing slowly.]

This... to disappear in a situation like this--I'm not entirely sure if it's like him. I'm concerned.

[whatdidisay]

( ivan slides off his bed to grab the note that was attached to miles with gregor brought him back. snickering again, he moves to open the door to stick it under the sign that reads "кВОРтира". gotta warn people what they're getting into, after all. )

He probably thinks he doesn't have to, now that he's not Admiral Naismith or whatever. Which ( Ivan leans back into the room, fixing Gregor with a look ) you think he maybe's gone a little crazy without everyone propping him up like that? You weren't on Earth, Gregor. Before he got kidnapped and switched out with his clone. He got a little nuts.

( this, ivan thinks, is a delicately put summation of the shit he was dragged through on that planet. )

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Mmmmm.

[Gregor rests his elbows on his knees, steeples his fingers, and presses them lightly to his lips in deep consideration.]

I'm not so sure, Ivan. I mean--it's possible that he's gone a little crazy, and I honestly don't care whether or not he writes formal written reports anymore since I suspect that getting them straight instead of filtered through Simon would send me into semi-regular cardiac arrest, but this just seems... off. [He shrugs.] Hopefully it's nothing, but I think we can't afford to take any chances, considering everything else that's going on.

[whatdidisay]

'A little crazy'. ( ivan repeats, squinting. ) So what, we go out looking for him? You just put out a notice for him, that should be good enough.

( it is not good enough. ivan knows this, and is resigned to a more involved fate. )

[lets_see_what_happens]

...no. I don't believe we should go looking for him. I'm just... concerned.

[whatdidisay]

You're always concerned, Gregor. That's a constant state of mind for you.

( he's just saying. )

Miles'll be fine. It's Miles.