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[because he’s not on dinner shift filter and missed Sebastian’s comment on John’s post]

Sorry. deathtolling.

Can pick up my key in infirmary

[Ah. That would be the easier solution, yes.]

Thank you, Sir. I will be there shortly.

[He shows up some twenty minutes later, knocking lightly on the doorframe as he enters.]

Hello, Sir.

[Trevor doesn’t look too bad for the most part - his cuts all needed to heal before he was resurrected - but his face is pockmarked from the gunpowder that blew up and he’s not moving from the rebound pain. He raises a hand tiredly from his chest, trying not to move too much]

Hey. Thanks for coming. Item’s in the top drawer of the nightstand.

[Sebastian goes to retrieve the Key first, before taking the liberty of sitting down on a chair next to Trevor's bed. He knows why Trevor is resting here instead of in his cabin, so no need to ask about that. He can guess how Trevor is feeling, so no need to ask about that either.]

I apologise for taking some time in doing so: if you do not mind, I brought you some soup.

[He places a thermos on Trevor's nightstand. It's a very light soup, and it's potato-based.]

Saw you who did it? [Or was this another instance of the "accidents"?]

[the fact that Sebastian sits down is a surprise but also a nice gesture. Trevor doesn’t try to sit up but he does give a small smile at the soup thermos]

Thanks. If you don’t mind I’ll have some later - could never eat the first day of a bad injury.

Uh. Thing is…so I don’t know. I thought it was me who blew myself up being an idiot, somehow. But when I was bleeding out, my warden item kept going off. So now I’m not sure. Too tired to look into what happened though.

[Sebastian nods, unoffended.]

It should taste good even when cold. [He specifically made a soup that can be served hot or cold.]

Mm, I would say that answers the question. There is something going on, but it is being handled. Please rest in the meantime.

No shit? Should have known you'd think of something clever like that. Thanks.

[he settles back against the cushions]

Yeah. Yeah. It's..nice, you know. Back home I'm used to being one of the few who has to solve the problem. Here you can't throw a rock without hitting someone in someone else's business.

[Yes, Sebastian would think of something clever like that. He's so good at anticipating what humans need. He smiles, clearly happy about the praise.]

I can imagine it must be restful. [Sebastian, too, can't turn his back for five minutes without the manor falling to pieces back home. He loathes not being that important on the Barge. But for any other person, he understands how it'd be a relief.] It is a small point in favour of the Wardens' ability to solve problems as a unified team, I suppose.

[Trevor eyes Sebastian for his tone, and only from what he knows of him and his past plus the standards in the kitchen from working with him for months makes him catch on]

Bullshit, we can't team up for anything for long. I mean that people - wardens and inmates - are more attached and less beaten down than what I'm used to.

You want to revamp the ship, don't you?

[...Trevor noticed ♥ Under normal circumstances, Sebastian relishes being able to snark without others necessarily realising what he's saying... but come this point he's so frustrated with some wardens' complete inability to understand what he means that being called out almsot feels... validating?]

Were I for some godforsaken reason made responsible for the management of this place... I do wonder if it would be within even my ability to turn it into a functional system. But I believe I would at least be able to whip things somewhat into shape. [Possibly involving literal whips!]

But as it is, I have no attachment to the ship or how it functions aside from when it affects me personally. I would gladly have it crash should that somehow result in my freedom.

[He chuckles, weak and low but present. Whip into shape indeed]

If there was a way, I would do it with you.

[not 'for' you. He knows Sebastian too well by now to be insulting him like that]

Christ, I'm tired. I might nod off. But thanks for the soup and the company.

Thank you, Sir. And it was no trouble.

[Sebastian gets up, and very briefly puts a hand on Trevor's shoulder. ~~Geez, you're in public, tone it down.~~]

I will leave you to rest, then. Sleep well.

[Trevor's eyes soften briefly as he smiles, before his eyelids lower. He's asleep before Sebastian even exits the room]

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