IC Voicemail, Driftfleet:

[tothefly]

[There is no recording, just a few clicks and a beep.]

[Leave any IC voice messages or texts for Natasha here.]

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[redactions]

[ He smiles, crookedly. ]

No. I'll do my damn best to. That's a promise.

[tothefly]

Gonna hold you to that, Captain.

[Still the one name that's safe, the one identity she can keep separate.]

Twice a week. Name your place.

[A gesture she's sure he won't miss, honestly, but there are few places he goes that she doesn't as well.]

[redactions]

Your office, on the Windrose.

[ Hopefully she won't see it as charity, but another part of the bridge they're (re)building. ]

[tothefly]

[Not charity. Just familiarity. She might have misread it, another time, but she's learning to take as much as she gives. A dance requires two people, after all. It's a conversation.]

Fine with me. Come by tomorrow, if you have the time.

[redactions]

[ He nods. ]

I will. I'm going to move him to my ship, in case you ever want to visit.

[tothefly]

...You're encouraging the cats and dogs to play together??

[Wry humor, there. He has to know at least a little what he's risking by making the suggestion. Though she guesses it could be a warning, as much as anything.]

[redactions]

[ He smiles wryly at her, something worn and old creasing his brow. ]

I have faith.

[tothefly]

Guess that almost counts as a plan.

[She returns that smile with the ghost of one of her own. They'll see how it goes, won't they?]

I'll see you tomorrow, Captain.