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[Skye eyerolls heavily irl. Heaven help her.]

Whatever. Just get your butt over here.

[It's easier to interrogate someone in person, after all :)]

What's the address in Heropa?

House 16 in the imPort housing area.

Thank you. I'll see you shortly.

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Seeya soon.

[Once that's done, Skye goes to put the kettle on and make tea.]

[ It takes him some time to reach the Porter, let alone the house all the way in Heropa. In his blind panic he had forgotten to grab the necessities, like his keys and once he had stepped out of the apartment he found himself locked out. He could have tried knocking, but he wasn't sure if Kenzi was around or if she would want to see him after he could barely string together a proper sentence in response to her confession.

His heart is still lodged in his throat, pounding like a hammer. His stomach is starting to feel queasy, too, and his head hasn't stopped spinning since Kenzi admitted her feelings for him.

And god, it's boiling. He's feeling feverish as well, but it's not illness that's swept over him. His whole body hasn't stopped trembling either.

He feels even sicker once he's stepped out into Florida air. This humidity might be the end of him.

He shows up at Residence #16, in nothing but a simple black shirt and pants, with no other belongings but his communicator and the carcere tucked under his shirt as always. Lifting a fist, he raps quietly on the door. ]

[Skye opens the door promptly when he knocks, greeting him with a broad smile when she opens the door.]

Hey. [Her voice is softer than usual; she's keeping it down in case some of her housemates are trying to sleep. Her smile fades quickly when she sees Gilbert's face.]

... Wow. You look like a wreck.

[ His face flushes red and he waves a hand, as if to dismiss the impending topic. ]

It is late...

[ And oddly, he feels tired and wired all at once. Is that even humanly possible? He looks up at Skye, forcing a smile. It's a rather awkward one. ]

Thank you for having me over. I forgot my keys...

[ He stayed not too long ago at his old residence, but he doesn't want to pester Shade again for a place to rest for a few hours. ]

Hey, any time. It's seriously not a problem.

[She stands aside to let him in.]

Come on in. I put the kettle on-- do you want tea?

[ He starts to move inside, glancing back at her with somewhat of a bewildered expression. ]

You know how to? [ ... Because there are people who apparently can't brew tea.

... Kenzi. ] Ah, that would be fine, yes.

[She closes the door behind him and moves off to the kitchen, throwing back A LOOK at Gilbert as she goes.]

Of course I know how to make tea. I'm an American, not a neanderthal.

[ He flinches. ]

I wasn't implying anything of the sort...

... I'm teasing you, Gilbert. Relax.

[Once in the kitchen, she grabs a few boxes of teabags, sorting through them.]

What'll it be? Normal black? We also have lemon and peppermint.

[ He doesn't think his heart can endure any more teasing for the night. Maybe a week. He still can't shake off that queasy tension in his stomach, so tea sounds good right about now.

He follows her into the kitchen, lingering by the entrance as she goes through the teabags. ]

Black is fine. [ He rubs his neck, noting the sweat on the back of both it and his palm. The blush hasn't died down yet either. ] May... I use your bathroom? I should wash up before tea.

Of course. It's just down there and to the left. [Skye makes a vague hand-waving motion.]

[While Gilbert's busying himself in the bathroom, Skye makes two cups of black tea and sets two tiny pitchers of milk and sugar out so Gil can pour for himself. Then she grabs some shortbread cookies she'd purchased on a whim for good measure and puts them on the table. Perfect. She surveys her tableau with some amount of pride and self-satisfaction, congratulating herself on creating a scene that she thinks looks like it belongs on a TV mom's kitchen table. She can TOTALLY do this homey stuff.]

[ He runs cold water and rinses his face quickly, but it still doesn't do much to alleviate the burning sensation.

At least he's not covered in sweat anymore.

After drying off, he emerges from the bathroom to find a pleasant set-up waiting for him. He looks on, surprised Skye's doing this much for him in spite of the fact they barely know each other. He feels bad enough asking her for a place to rest, but after their first meeting he had felt she was trustworthy enough. ]

Thank you for all this, especially on such short notice.

Hey. I told you it's no problem. What are friends for, right?

[She pushes one of the mugs of tea towards him.]

[ He reaches for the tea, his gaze lowered at first. ]

Friends...

[ He suddenly jerks back, nearly knocking over the mug in the process. Luckily, he manages to lean forward and grab a hold of either side of the mug so nothing spills over. ]

W-Why did this all have to get so complicated?!

[Skye's eyebrows shoot right up.]

Whoa. Calm down there, buddy. Breathe. Take a biscuit.

S-Sorry...!

[ He means it earnestly.

The mug wavers as he lifts it toward his lips, taking a quick sip before he places it back down on the table. He doesn't reach for any biscuits yet, trapped in his own thoughts again. ]

... It's been a long night.

[She grabs a shortbread biscuit for herself, then.]

Do you... want to talk about it?

[ He glances up her momentarily, tugging his collar nervously. ]

I don't... I don't know?

[ He thinks about it for a second, wondering if Skye would have any advice on what to do. Her previous advice had actually worked, but no one could have expected baking vatrushka and then pressing about what was bothering Kenzi would have led into a confession.

His throat is dry, so he takes another sip of the tea. ]

I-I don't know where to even begin...

Hey, no pressure. You don't have. You can just... go to bed, if you want. But if you need an ear or anything... mine's available. ... Figuratively speaking.

[ Could he? Should he?

But Skye is so kind. Maybe she can help? He hasn't an idea what to do in these situations and Break's not around to exacerbate it or provide help in his own eccentric ways.

No, it's probably best Break isn't here. ]

D-Do you remember that f-friend of mine...?

[ Is the tea burning up his insides? He thinks he might combust any given moment. ]

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ACTIONNNnnnn logs take too long and i'm both lazy and impatient 8D

hdu. NAH ACTION IT IS.

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