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[the_horror]

[This is the Inbox of one Ben Hargreeves. Alive and well. Hopefully that is.]

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[obediences]

[ He supplies the address Steph gave him in De Chima, then pauses to consider the question. Ordinarily Allison might be down for something like this, but nothing's ordinary right now. She doesn't have a voice to communicate rapid-fire with them anymore. Her daughter is dead. 'Fun' is hard to come by. ]

Maybe Allison, someday, but-- we should give her some time.

I don't really know anyone else yet, outside of the academy. If you have anyone, though...?

[ There's a faint uplift of curiosity in his voice as dangles that question; curious about what Ben's been carving out for the past month-plus. The people he knows. Friends. A life. ]

[the_horror]

[He's pretty sure Allison isn't pleased with him and the other two boys that were here before her. For... things. For not telling Vanya. For her being here and not with her child. For this odd situation in general.]

[He would love to try it with Allison, but he's also sure she's not in a good place right now.]

Next time. We'll ask the others to join us. Right now? I know a few people but no one I think would have the patience to do a room like that. Maybe we can just go, us to for now. [Though he might be able to ask Kirk or Rey, but he wasn't sure yet. Still connection to people, really.]

[obediences]

Okay. Sounds good.

I'm looking forward to it.


[ It might have sounded flat and terse in text, but with the benefit of audio, he can hear Luther's happiness, the warmth in his voice at the thought of this. Because it's Ben. It's Ben, his brother, his long-lost dead brother, and them making plans to spend time together. Just the two of them. Something which had been such a long-ago foregone impossibility, up until this month. ]