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[The following is actually a series of three separate posts to the network; all three are posted in fairly quick succession, likely before anyone can reply to the first two, though they are open to comments.]

how do you make it so not everyone can read one of these things

[like thirty seconds later]

oh

[a couple of minutes later LOCKED FROM CERTAIN PEOPLE NAMED ELENA FISHER]

so a bunch of people use this system to pour their hearts out and get other people to do the same which usually seems weird to me. i mean just because you say it over the mid doesn't mean you won't run into people later and make it really weird and awkward. i don't know maybe that's just me.

except what the hell i'm pretty drunk right now so why the fuck not!

RIDDLE ME THIS, CREWMATES. pretend for a minute that you're a complete asshole who somehow got the most amazing woman in the world to marry you, fucked it up real fast like dropped a grenade on it bad BECAUSE you're a complete asshole, got her to take you back and start over and then fucked it up again.

what do you do? asking for a friend.

also the first person to make a suggestion that actually works can have some of my alcohol stash. everyone else can fuck off i'm not sharing.

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[OPTION 1: DRUNK. Nate is pretty toasted as he wanders around the ship, but not so much than he has trouble getting around with just an occasional stumble. Alcohol tends to loosen his lips, so he'll gladly (well, not he's not real glad about anything right now) talk to anyone who makes the poor life decision to talk to him first.

[OPTION 2: DRUNKER. Jeez, he's getting to be a real mess now. Nate makes a trip to where the Mess Hall used to be so he can pour one out in honor of the lost bar. What a hideous waste of alcohol. Afterward, he visits the observation deck to drunkenly look at the stars, and will stay there.

[OPTION 3: DRUNKEST. Oh god he's so unhappy. Look at this complete wreck of a man who's making the observation deck a pretty unpleasant place to be. He is completely wasted. (Existing CR only for this option please—basically, if they've had at least one conversation, you're good.)]

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Jesus...

[ Her arm tightens around him when he leans into her, his weight feeling like it could drop her in the condition she's in. She holds on and guides him along, leaving the bottles behind. ]

It's like you drank your weight in alcohol.

[ That was either disgusting or it was impressive. ]

Pfft. Didn't have that many bottles.

[Although it feels like a damn near thing. Not that he can be expected to keep accurate count of anything in his state.]

'm not gonna puke on you if you're worried.

[That'll probably come tomorrow. For now, he's tightening his arm around her in return while trying not to lean on her too much. If they both go down, he's probably not getting up again.]

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I'll try my best to hold your hair when you do, don't worry.

[ The exit seems so close and yet it's still off by a handful of steps. They'll make it, eventually. They always do. ]

[Ha ha. His hair isn't that fluffy, he wants to tell her, but he just can't bring himself to entertain their usual teasing. Not when things are the opposite of normal.

He seems to be focusing hard on his steps for a little longer before speaking.]

Didn't want you to see this.

Apparently there's a lot you don't want me to see or know.

[ The words might be harsh but her tone isn't. Things right now are pretty fucked up and it shouldn't be like that, but Elena's come to accept them for how they come. ]

C'mon, almost out.

[Her tone doesn't need to be harsh. He's already feeling as harsh toward himself as anyone could be.

Silently, he goes along, letting her guide them. It's only when they're several steps outside the deck that he speaks again.]

s'not about keeping secrets.

Let's wait until we get you to your room...

[ This isn't a conversation she wants to have out in the hallway where anyone can overhear. Elena doesn't quite want to have this talk while he's drunk, either. Although...they do say the truth comes out with the more someone drinks. But that's cheating.

It wouldn't be fair of her to do that to him, to wheedle out information while he's not fully there. ]

[Nate just sighs and nods, though it's more like a lolling of his head. He doesn't want to argue with or persuade her where anyone can hear. He's not even trying to do either, really, but the barrier between what's in his head and what comes spilling out his mouth is very thin right now.

One step at a time. He'll let her take him home.]

[ That's what she's there for, to guide him. To lead him onto the right back that will take him home. Whether that's with her or to his room, who knows. That is going to depend on what happens when she finally gets him down.

Walking quietly most of the way and only stumbling once or twice, picking their feet back up, Elena gets him to his room. ]

You gotta open the door.

[He drifts off as they go and it's only the fact that his feet are still moving that proves he's conscious at all, though maybe not at all levels.]

'kay.

[He raises a thumb and paws at the device, taking a couple of tries to unlock it. Once the door opens, it's as quiet as ever. Pietro's still in cryo. Good.]

[ Inside they go! Elena's relieved to see the room is empty and quiet. Perfect. Not for what he might have to say but more so for the fact that she now plans on walking him over to his bunk, beginning to ease him down. ]

In you go...

[Nate sort of oozes off her and down to the bunk, sitting on it so he's slumped over. He's quiet and dazed and it would be easy to conclude that he's already forgotten what he said before.

He hasn't.]

It wasn't...

[ She takes a moment to take in the sad, sorry sight of him, standing within arm's reach. Sighing she leans in to rest a hand on his shoulder, gently coaxing. ]

Maybe try laying down, sleep this off.

[ And Elena then moves to sit on the edge of the bed, whether he goes down to the pillow or not. ]

[He starts to shake his head—but doesn't continue, because oh god that's bad—until he feels her sit, so slowly and carefully, he lifts his legs onto the bunk and slides over. It doesn't strike him how familiar this is until he finds himself automatically moving to place his head in her lap.]

[ At first he's like a child who's too stubborn to sleep, fighting it. As soon as he moves and lowers himself down, Elena feels herself pause. Oh...okay. This is...different.

She hadn't meant lay his head down in her lap to sleep, she'd meant sleep on the pillow. Her lap couldn't be comfortable...

Sighing, gives in and doesn't protest. Her fingers brush along his ear and over his hair. ]

[However relatively comfortable her lap is, he relaxes immediately. As long as she's here, as long as he can touch her, he feels like things might be okay.

If he closes his eyes and pretends he's got a ton more bruises, they could be back in Yemen. Her hands in his hair are just like they were then.]

Here we are again.

[ It takes her a moment for it to click, what he's talking about. Her motions never stop, soothing brushes through his hair, along his scalp. ]

Here we are. [ A small pause. ] Has this already happened..?

[He nods, a faint motion against her legs.]

After I washed up on shore. You made me sleep.

[He lets out a long breath.]

You were gonna go after Sully alone.

Of course I was...

[ Her eyes close— she would've gone to the ends of the earth for that old man, just the same as she would've done it for Nate. ]

You probably needed the rest.

Yeah.

[Lying there as he is, remembering that day, it's the most natural thing in the world to reach up to touch her hand like he did then.]

I'm sorry.

[ Her fingers curl over his to reassure him, patting. ]

I know...

[ He's always going to be sorry, he's always going to apologize. She hopes he doesn't fall into an endless cycle of repeating those two words again and again. ]

[It's the same. It's always the same. But he doesn't want to repeat the same things over and over.]

Wasn't about secrets.

[He takes her hand tighter in his, but still not very tight. He doesn't have the strength.]

After I lost 'm...I tried to forget.

[ Softly, Elena shushes him. She strokes some stray hair off his forehead, brushing over his hair line. What is all of this supposed to mean?

Why is he suffering and refusing to let her help him? ]

They can be lost, Nate, but you don't need to forget.

[She's right. She's always right, and she doesn't even know how. She should know, she should know everything, but it was so much easier to lock it all away...]

I know.

[He's learning. He's working on it.]

You were lost, once, for a while. [ Softly. ] But not once did I forget.

[ If she wasn't stuck with the glass bits in her torso, Elena would've leaned down to kiss his temple. Leaning down that far seems impossible, and painful. She settles on continuing with her stroking his hair. ]

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