[It's, quite literally, the least she could possibly do for him. Even taking her deep friendship with Ephemera out of the equation, Drake and his beautifully kind heart mean so much to her. If he's grieving like this, Lup will step up to take care of him, however she can. Even if it's through small, barely there gestures like that.
The idea of letting Hadriel know that their important friend is gone makes everything feel so damn final, but this is one of those situations where ignoring the problem will only make it worse for everyone. The last thing Drake needs is calls from others, inquiries into where Ephemera's disappeared to, questions the man might not be strong enough to answer yet. He shouldn't have to deal with that. Ephemera may not be dead, but there's no denying that Drake is in mourning.]
I know, sweetie. I know. [The man breaks, just a little, and Lup is there to keep him together, pressed close and tight, lips pressing against his temple.] I'm not going anywhere, alright? You won't be alone. We can figure this shit out together.
[ Drake nods a little against Lup, grateful for that offer. He's definitely going to take it, let her deal with getting the word to the people who need to know, because he can't handle the questions. Can't have this conversation over and over, at least not right now. And this may well be the closest he's come to crying in front of anyone in years but he blinks the tears back again and takes another shuddering breath. ]
You know, when I told him I'd go back with him, we... I mean we didn't actually decide but he asked about my ma, and what if I could go home alive. It'd be a legal mess, but still easier than getting me implants and dealing with the war on Chorus and. We talked about him going to art school.
[ Even if he can make it to Chorus in time, that possible future is gone. As brief a dream as it was, it had been nice. Now there's no choice. It's Chorus or nothing because no way is he not taking the chance, even with the very real possibility that he'd show up to find his partner is already dead. In which case... he'd just do what Ephemera had wanted to go back for, he supposes? Help them rebuild. It'd just be so hollow. He'd better get in a little deeper with Wash's team, just so he's not totally alone there if the worst case scenario plays out. Which brings the topic back around in his head. ]
Right, uh. The Blues should know. I guess you can just tell Washington and he can handle the rest, but Ephemera was friends with Tucker too. And the Guard, Henry and Nick will figure it out after a few missed patrols but it's better if they can cover those shifts in advance. And Kyna, he got pretty close with Kyna. Lance, but... I'll tell Lance myself, actually.
[For once, Lup really doesn't know what to say to that.
In a perfect world, Drake and Ephemera would get that ending exactly, the chance for a peaceful life together surrounded by warmth and endless love, the soldier able to explore other interests outside of combat, able to find and hold onto a family. Lup would give anything for that possibility for them, for these two men that she loves, who found each other through impossible means.
But Drake's right, as sad as it seems. That dream is dead and he has every right to mourn it.]
Sure, I can handle that, hun. I'll get word out. [And tell folks to leave Drake alone about it. Not to leave him alone, not when he needs friends around, but just to not harass him over his loss. To visit as friends who care, not to just show up and express their pity for him.]
I'll take care of it all for you. You don't need to worry about a thing.
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[It's, quite literally, the least she could possibly do for him. Even taking her deep friendship with Ephemera out of the equation, Drake and his beautifully kind heart mean so much to her. If he's grieving like this, Lup will step up to take care of him, however she can. Even if it's through small, barely there gestures like that.
The idea of letting Hadriel know that their important friend is gone makes everything feel so damn final, but this is one of those situations where ignoring the problem will only make it worse for everyone. The last thing Drake needs is calls from others, inquiries into where Ephemera's disappeared to, questions the man might not be strong enough to answer yet. He shouldn't have to deal with that. Ephemera may not be dead, but there's no denying that Drake is in mourning.]
I know, sweetie. I know. [The man breaks, just a little, and Lup is there to keep him together, pressed close and tight, lips pressing against his temple.] I'm not going anywhere, alright? You won't be alone. We can figure this shit out together.
[One day at a time.]
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You know, when I told him I'd go back with him, we... I mean we didn't actually decide but he asked about my ma, and what if I could go home alive. It'd be a legal mess, but still easier than getting me implants and dealing with the war on Chorus and. We talked about him going to art school.
[ Even if he can make it to Chorus in time, that possible future is gone. As brief a dream as it was, it had been nice. Now there's no choice. It's Chorus or nothing because no way is he not taking the chance, even with the very real possibility that he'd show up to find his partner is already dead. In which case... he'd just do what Ephemera had wanted to go back for, he supposes? Help them rebuild. It'd just be so hollow. He'd better get in a little deeper with Wash's team, just so he's not totally alone there if the worst case scenario plays out. Which brings the topic back around in his head. ]
Right, uh. The Blues should know. I guess you can just tell Washington and he can handle the rest, but Ephemera was friends with Tucker too. And the Guard, Henry and Nick will figure it out after a few missed patrols but it's better if they can cover those shifts in advance. And Kyna, he got pretty close with Kyna. Lance, but... I'll tell Lance myself, actually.
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In a perfect world, Drake and Ephemera would get that ending exactly, the chance for a peaceful life together surrounded by warmth and endless love, the soldier able to explore other interests outside of combat, able to find and hold onto a family. Lup would give anything for that possibility for them, for these two men that she loves, who found each other through impossible means.
But Drake's right, as sad as it seems. That dream is dead and he has every right to mourn it.]
Sure, I can handle that, hun. I'll get word out. [And tell folks to leave Drake alone about it. Not to leave him alone, not when he needs friends around, but just to not harass him over his loss. To visit as friends who care, not to just show up and express their pity for him.]
I'll take care of it all for you. You don't need to worry about a thing.