( OPEN ) what you don't know won't hurt you

[whatdidisay]

Who: Ivan Vorpatril & VARIOUS (including YOU)
When: the month of march (and stuff backdated into feb.)
Where: all around the ship
What: catch all log post and OPEN LOG
Warnings: none!


I. BAR

If his cousin is bartending, and even when he’s not, Ivan can be found at the bar most evenings. Some days just for a quick drink in passing, other nights he’s there until late in various states of inebriation, never crossing the lie into intolerably so. Affable and open, it’s no hardship to start a conversation with him; get near him and he might just start up one himself.

II. ON THE JOB

Ivan’s job is the least demanding on the entire ship, and he likes it like that. There’s days he fills with playing the non-terrifying games on his MID, at least between running around and making sure Navigation and Communications aren’t at odds with each other. Which they don’t ever seem to be, which makes his job that much easier.

Most days he can be found at his desk, slowly working on whatever demands have been made of him to stretch out his workday. The mealtimes that he doesn’t run off to the mess hall for, he takes in Navigation — munching on whatever food they managed to cough up while watching the stars pass them. Either way, it’s quite easy to pull his attention from his job should someone require it.

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[whatdidisay]

"I don't know," Ivan says, swallowing the panic he feels not completely. But if he freaks out, he knows Miles will too -- at least like this. Damn the man for constantly being the one not panicking while Ivan does it for him. Lowkey like. "Maybe you're just-- had a nightmare, or something, and you think that you saw it but really didn't."

But he keeps his face straight, eyes worried even as he searches from some clue for how this happened. "Yeah. Unless I've been missing something really important."

That's a straight shot, and Ivan expects Miles to latch onto it.

[forwardmomentum]

Miles looks up at Ivan's face, frantically searching, and for a moment he still looks mired in doubt -- not of Ivan, but of himself, of whether or not he's realy having this conversation. But he's tired, dammit, and Ivan seems so whole and real and alive. Miles, trembling, lets out a heavy breath and falls against Ivan, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Good," he says, sounding painfully breathless. His voice is choked, though he's cognizant of it now, trying not to let it show. Thank God is the unspoken half of that. It's his mother who's the spiritual one, not him, but it doesn't hurt when it comes to life and death and loved ones. "Alright. Good."

[whatdidisay]

Ivan finds himself wrapping his arms around Miles on reflex back, in an uncharacteristic hug. If anything, he feels like Miles probably needs it. "There's no way," Ivan says with a measured amount of assured conviction, "that I'm going to die before you."

But somehow Miles' relief to find out that he's not dead is -- he's not sure what it is. He never really though it'd mean much to Miles; even though they're cousins. More than the usual amount, that is, but finds himself oddly surprised that maybe he'd been wrong.

Well, Ivan considers, Miles wouldn't find that to be news.

[forwardmomentum]

Miles lets Ivan draw him in for a hug, pressing his forehead to Ivan's chest while he tries to regroup, tries to find his breath. He's still shaking, but he lets out a breath that could almost pass for a laugh as he clenches his hands at his sides, just trying to reel himself in. He's dripping a small puddle on the floor, he realizes, and he sucks in a deep breath like a drowning man come for air. He's dizzy and suddenly so, so tired.

"I need to dry off," he manages, half-making for the towel he'd dropped on the floor, but he sways.

[whatdidisay]

Ivan reaches out to steady him and gently steer him towards his bed. "I'll get you something, but get into bed, Miles." If he gets the sheets and the mattresses soaked then that's fine, they'll both live with it.