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[lestercraft]

"This is Arthur Lester. I'm not available right now, but do leave a message and I'll find the time. A-a voice message, please."

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[OOC: Please note Arthur is blind, so audio format is strongly ICly preferred, but by God don't let that stop you]

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after all the mess

[greatoldjohn]

[ John had had an idea and he's glad that the Admiral approves. That said, he does know Arthur. If the Admiral doesn't giftwrap it, HE will when he ventures in to clean. All the same- ]

There's something for you in your room.

Re: after all the mess

[lestercraft]

[The messages gets an immediate sharp note of curiosity across their connection, that doesn't quite smother the almost-definitely-anticipated undercoat of guilty self-loathing.]

You know you didn't have to, John...

[But of course he's absolutely heading to his room to actually see it for himself.]

Re: after all the mess

[greatoldjohn]

I know I don't have to. But it seemed like a good idea.

John is not in the room with him. He's in his own room. Arthur should be able to feel that if he wants to come over.

Re: after all the mess

[lestercraft]

There's still a sense of warmth from Arthur, gratitude he makes no attempt to smother, before he takes his privacy again. Mostly so he doesn't have to make John deal with him if he takes the present badly again.

What he's not expecting is the familiar gift-wrapped length sitting on his bed, or that when he picks it up to examine it, the weight is instantly familiar, to the point of comforting. So of course he opens it.

...and when he comes to John's room, maybe ten minutes later, his eyes are still red and puffy as he opens the door, holding his cane-sword with a white-knuckled grip like if he puts it down it'll disappear again.

Re: after all the mess

[greatoldjohn]

John's waiting in the kitchen, but he turns as Arthur comes in... and his expression instantly softens. He'll walk around to get to Arthur and hold an arm open.

"Good?"

Re: after all the mess

[lestercraft]

And Arthur walks straight into John's embrace, hiding his face in his shirt and wrapping his free arm around his chest.

Wonderful.

He doesn't trust his voice, but the raw emotions can't be hidden through his mental voice; a stinging ache, but run through with such affection that it passes bitter-sweet and straight into fondly melancholy. And so, so much gratitude for John for it all.

Thank you, John.

Re: after all the mess

[greatoldjohn]

John's arms will go around Arthur in turn, wrapping him up in answering love and warmth and affection.

You're welcome, Arthur.

He's so glad. Something good. He gave him something good.