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[Cain is set up, as always, somewhere fairly dark but bustling. In this case, he's wandering patrolling one might say the halls, checking in on the various public areas.]

How many of you have ever seen the Admiral, face to face? Hell, does he even have a body? Or is he just the essence of sass trying to crash a ship every couple'a weeks?

[Spam for Iris]

[After he turns off his feed, he turns on his heel and strides to Iris's room to wait for her.]

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Re: [spam]

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Same as life.

[He says this quietly, because he's positive she knows that's how life goes for a vast number of people out there. But he's also seen how sometimes you can cope, and sometimes it crushes you like an anvil toppled out of the sky.]

It'll come back around to us galloping around the ship, all smiles. [He tips her face up, just a bit, as if to be sure what he says will really sink in.] I promise.

[spam]

[routemistress]

[This is a thing Iris always loves, that he takes hold of her, moves her around; she would punch nearly anyone else that tried it, but from Cain it makes her feel cherished. Cared for. The smile she offers him is real, if only because he's her sanctuary from everything about Barge life that's been wearing her down.]

I believe you. I do. You know me, I'm impatient. Instant gratification girl. Too used to legging it the minute I 'it a rough patch, me; but I don't want to go out on this note. I've loved this boat too much for that.

Re: [spam]

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Good. This place isn't all sour notes, and no one who's been here more than a couple months should go home feeling like it is.

What d'you need right now?

[spam]

[routemistress]

If I knew, my love, I'd ask. I mean, other than me friends back. Other than not 'aving half the boat eaten by its own dark side. Other than not 'aving any bugger else just disappear without saying goodbye.

[There are the tears again, and Iris feels bad; not ashamed, but awkward. It feels wrong and out of place to miss Harvey like a hot knife under her ribs when she has someone she loves ...not necessarily more, because Iris can't consider love a measurable thing. She undoubtedly loves Cain better; it's a real thing, a living synergy she could never have achieved with Harvey even if the wrong times and wrong places between them had all come up right.

But maybe that just makes losing him harder.]

Just keep being you. Just keep being 'ere.

[I love you.]

Re: [spam]

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I think I can manage both.

[He rests his chin on her head, keeps her tucked up like that against his chest.]

Y'know, this place can be hell, but it's pulled off some damn near miracles.