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I'm done with being sad.

[Iona returns from the back, dressed in her work clothes and plopping down next to Solomon, looking over at Gus, granting him a smile at the very least.]

With the way you're arguing with Oren though, it's like you never left. Ah, glad you got to meet Sully though.

[Iona leans on her brother's shoulder briefly as Solmon just chuckles warmly.]

Iona...

[ And, well. For a split second, he looks like he wants to bridge the distance between them, but he's not so much sheepish as he is still apologetic for leaving her in the dark. So he shuffles his feet, stays lounging by the front counter as he scuffs his dirty shoes against the flooring. ]

I wouldn't say I left. Just... you know.

[ But he nods about being glad to have met Solomon, because he sincerely is. ]

If I can make it up to you...

Well, first thing's first. Should I leave you two alone? Well, alone with Oren anyways.

[Solomon's only half-joking at least. He glances at Gus.]

You'll probably see me again if Iona lets you stick around.

Private is better, but... Iona will fill you in later about everything, probably.

[ Which is his way of saying 'I'll definitely see you again', because he has every intention of sticking around like a persistent plague. The Plague of Gus.

And, as an addendum, under his breath: ] ...you can also take Oren with you...

Pardon?

[Sorry Gus, there's a hand on your head. IS HE GOING TO CRUSH IT WHO KNOWS...

Also, Solomon's waving, bye bum.]

[ OREN... WOULD YOU TRULY DO THIS TO GUS RN!!!

Cue nervous sweating. ]

Pardonne, pardonne!! I just thought...! It would be better if the mother weren't here...

[As Solomon leaves, Iona scoots over closer to Gus, to swat Oren's hand away and to ruffle his hair herself.]

Well... Thanks for coming back at least.

[Her smile is warm.]

I'm glad to see you're okay.

Ah, I... [ Hair-ruffle!! Gus's eyes narrow a little when he feels Iona's fingers in his hair, like a sleepy dog. ] ...I'm sorry, I should've brought you something as a gift or... to make up for it. But I was in a rush, and...

[ He trails off. ]

...you didn't think I wouldn't come back, right?

[Iona lets her hand fall back to her side, quiet for a few seconds before replying.]

It was a possibility. I wouldn't have been surprised.

[She sighs.]

But I don't like being sad about things I know I can't control. I've been sad so many time already.

Edited 2015-11-30 06:34 (UTC)

[ Well. That's enough for Gus to fall into his equivalent of contemplative silence, one that's punctuated by a few instances where he opens his mouth...and then shuts it, as if he has to find the right moment to actually speak up.

When he finally does, he reaches across the counter to grab one of Iona's hands, holds it between his palms and shakes it up and down in mild urgency. ]

Iona!

I know that I can't stop sad things from happening— even I'm not that naive. [ more vigorous hand-shaking, as if to emphasize each point that he's clumsily trying to make. ] But I'm just as stubborn as I am loud! And too outspoken?! And... okay, forget that tangent!

[ Good job, Gus. ]

But I promise you, absolutely promise you, that I'll never disappear without saying a word. Never. Never!

Never.

...So if I disappear without saying anything and it's not because of my family, it's definitely Oren's fault.

[ GUS........................ ]

[HAND ON GUS'S HEAD ONCE MORE.]

Will never be found again.

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Ah, I'm joking! Joking!!

[ PUTTING HIS HANDS UP... in the universal surrender motion! ]

I didn't want to make it too heavy, because sad things aren't things I want to talk about? But I want to promise that as long as I live, I'll always find a way to come back here. Alright?

[Iona lets out a laugh because of Gus, because of Oren, because of them both.]

You know what? Knowing you, I'll believe that and I'm holding you to that promise, okay?

Good!

[ And he really looks pleased, genuinely, as he sits up and grins with his whole face.

But wait, speaking of promises and being here— ]

...And I'm pretty sure Claude feels the same way? He's kind of. In house arrest right now, but he'll be back too! I'm sure of it!

[Her expression falters slightly upon hearing that.]

Ugh, really? [She rests her chin on the table, miffed.]

Well, if you can, tell him not to get too comfortable there okay? I told him he's supposed to visit.

Haha...

[ Some dry laughter here, because... well. You Know. ]

I've been trying to get them to ease up on his house arrest, but they keep saying that he doesn't seem to have learned his lesson...

...Probably because he's not that inconvenienced...

...

You know how he is...

[ The hikikomori life. ]

I did not rip off my skirt for him to just be holed up in there.

[Sitting up and crossing her arms.]

Although, I guess Oren could make a care package if he's gonna be there for a while.

He'd probably like that? In his own way, even if he never talks about liking anything. Except for his job, maybe. And even then, he's roundabout about it...

[ Claude's super secret affinity for sweets: the ongoing saga. ]

He likes you, too! I think. He usually doesn't bother, you know, going out and seeing people. Or talking to them for longer than he has to.

Does he now?

[... Iona's not sure why, but she feels pleased upon hearing that. For some reason. Like, she may have a idea, but it's a troublesome thought and there's a lot of problems on the plate she and the boys have to balance already and--

Ooooverthinking it.]

Alright, care package it is. Oren can make the package look discreet enough so it won't look suspicious.

[Aka, look like something that came from the FUTURE much less a magic cafe.]

That sounds good to me! As long as it doesn't earn him another week or two of being holed up.

[ He rests his chin on the wood counter, feels how warm it seems to be even with nothing on it. Magic, maybe? ]

He says that he doesn't like looking forward to anything, but he'll probably look forward to seeing you and Oren again. I wish he did that more, but I'm not gonna push him.

Delicious sandwiches, a simple dessert, and a nice sweet tea shouldn't be a problem! Unless people think the tea is magic, which it kind of is because it's delicious...

[Oren's gone back to keeping himself busy with cafe work again and Iona sits up straight, smiling again, back to a good mood.]

So, since you're here, want to try something new? It's fall so we've got pumpkin cheesecake!

Pumpkin cheesecake?! Get me three slices!

[ Gus, how are you planning to play for this...

But of course, he's thoroughly content with everything that happens hereafter, content with talking and laughing and getting full on cake and coffee, content with almost falling asleep at his table, content to stagger out of the Grind in a half-sleepy haze. He makes sure to take the box of goodies that Iona hands him on his way out, and finds a way to funnel it to Claude discreetly and without incident; he's sure of the latter because he receives a note the next day, immaculate handwriting saying, simply:

Regards to the chef.

Claude will be Claude... ]

[ And it's a few days later, almost bordering on a week, when the front door of the Grind rattles open and a smartly-dressed figure ducks in to avoid the light Paris drizzle that'd greeted him on his first day following his release.

Brushing aside a few drops of water from his shoulder, Claude looks up as if there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, as if this is the first time he's coming into this cafe. ]

Table for one, s'il vous plait.

[ nerd.................. ]

Such indecisive weather today— one wonders if it's a sign that I should have stayed indoors.

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