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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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Re: somewhere before the port

[lestercraft]

"Bravery is doing something no matter how much the risks terrify you," he says quietly. "That doesn't mean that the results will always work in your favour, but. You aren't at fault for trying. For- putting yourself out there and trying to connect to people sincerely."

Re: somewhere before the port

[greatoldjohn]

He watches Arthur for a long moment before he admits-

"...I don't know what could be worth more than connecting to people."

Re: somewhere before the port

[lestercraft]

"It's something that can be easy to take for granted."

He squeezes John's arm as his gaze turns away again. "And... sometimes when you've been burned enough times, it's difficult to let yourself make those connections again."

Re: somewhere before the port

[greatoldjohn]

John won't stop him from turning away, but he will reach a hand over and gently cup his cheek, stroke with the side of his thumb. He won't look at him, and he won't make him face any way. It's just a touch, just

a connection.

I know how much I forced. But I also know how lucky I am that you chose to make that connection more than necessity. I don't know if you know how thankful I am that you did.

That you let yourself for me.

Re: somewhere before the port

[lestercraft]

John's hand is warm, in more ways than just physical, and he melts into that touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the thick thumb strays over his cheekbone.

"I know I can be... difficult." And there's a wry edge to it, at the obvious understatement of who he is as a person.

(And even now he's worried about how his next temporary warden is going to take it, worried about being assaulted or restricted for it because he doesn't know any other way to be than unapologetically himself, warts and all.)

"But I... I hope you know. How much I appreciate you. Even through the hardest times. I don't know who I would be without you."

Re: somewhere before the port

[greatoldjohn]

"Arthur..."

The word holds so much affection and warmth and closes soft around the connection between them like curled fingers. Arthur is Arthur. Part of that is being a difficult son of a bitch.

"That's... I feel the same, Arthur.