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[dancingmd]

(She rests her head on Lucretia's shoulder as she looks over the journal with her.)

Do you miss those days?

[scholiast]

Mm hmm.

(She's scanning idly over a few pages of neat notes, descriptions of their surroundings, of the weather. A page full of pressed flowers neatly labelled. A sketch of Lup in a floppy sunhat, her shoulders bare.)

Not so much the circumstances, but definitely the freedom. The company.

(Magnus' untidy scrawl slopes diagonally across the page; there's what looks like a food stain on the next. More notes in Lucretia's hand, neat, cramped cursive filling every line available. Another page of Lup doodles. ... And again on the next page.

Lucretia peeks before she turns the next one, and coughs, closing the book with a snap and a shrug.)

You get the idea.

[dancingmd]

(As she has been from the day they met, Beverly is irresistibly drawn to the artistry and the personality in Lucretia's handwriting, her drawings, her pressed flowers. All of those things conspired with Lucretia herself to make Beverly adore her as much as she does, to make this choice she has to make so much harder. Intent as she is on studying these pages and seeing what they can tell her, she starts in surprise when Lucretia suddenly snaps the journal shut.

It doesn't take long, however, for her to put two and two together.)

You had a crush on her didn't you! On Lup!

(Jealous? Far from it - her dancing eyes say she is delighted by this nugget of information.)

[scholiast]

(Lucretia hums, embarrassed, and taps her fingers on the cover. Had. Sure.)

Yeah, well...

(She rolls her eyes.) When there's only one other woman on the ship, sometimes these things are inevitable.

[dancingmd]

(Look, it's not as if Beverly is one to talk, considering everything with Picard.)

Even when there's a thousand people on a ship, sometimes these things are inevitable.

[scholiast]

(Lucretia nods, relaxing again.)

It's surreal. Living with people like that, in such close quarters. I don't know how to describe the relationships– they transcends words like 'best friends', or 'family'.

(And then there's Lup. That was never an option for her and Lucretia has long since become fine with that but in a very small, and secret part of her heart, it might always be Lup anyway.)

[dancingmd]

I know what you mean. Not only are you living together...you go through these intense, sometimes wonderful, sometimes traumatic things together, things other people would never imagine could happen, much less understand. It's a bond like no other.

[scholiast]

I knew you'd understand.

(She leans back into Beverly, satisfied.) I wouldn't trade those experiences for anything.

[dancingmd]

(Beverly wraps her arms around Lucretia's waist with a small sigh.)

Me either.

[scholiast]

(Lucretia is silent for a moment, enjoying the warmth of simply being together, holding the journal from cycle thirty-two loosely in her hands.)

I... know we should probably go in soon, but would you mind staying like this for a little bit longer?

[dancingmd]

We can stay here as long as you like.

Thank you, for listening.

[scholiast]

Of course. Always.

(Or, for as long as they're together anyway. Lucretia closes her eyes.) Thanks for listening to me too.