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[stillarhino]

[With the way Trahearne speaks about this guy, Beat finds it hard to sit still, wanting to egg his friend on. But he tries, really tries, not to do so now that he was opening up like this.]

Yo he really all that? 'Cause sounds like one helluva guy, yo.

[pactmarshal]

[ And Trahearne is also really trying not to get carried away here. But regardless, there's still a brightness to his expression, the kind he only ever gets when he speaks of his commander. ]

He is. [ And he can't help but chuckle here, in lieu of a stupid grin. ] I don't know how he did it, but he always found the energy to laugh and press onward in situations where I would have folded to my hopelessness. Even now I look to him for inspiration. I always felt like I could do--be better...for him.

[ Beat has opened the floodgates, and now he rambles. ]

[stillarhino]

[As this conversation continues, Beat realizes that this might be the first time he has ever seen Trahearne this cheerful. And after everything he's been through, he can't help but want Trahearne to have some more of that happiness. To get a win of some kind.]

So that's your type, huh? Like some kinda leader?

[It's said in jest, and he flashes him a lopsided smile. After a moment, he looks a little pensive, but a ghost of a smile remains on his lips.]

I know we ain't that friend of yours, but you know we 'round, right? Wolfie, Kitty Boy, Loops, me. [You'd think he was talking about some kind of theater troupe instead of his nickname for their friends.] You know, to shoot the shit when ya feelin' down. Or help ya with gettin' better.

[pactmarshal]

[ His type is--well. Trahearne doesn't know what his "type" is, but he knows the commander was, is, and always will be special. Beyond type, even.

As his thoughts consider "type," Beat pulls him back down with more realistic talk. Trahearne leaves the thoughts of his commander behind and instead fills them with Eustace, Phantom, Susato, Beat. ]

I know. [ He shifts in his seat again, feeling less awkward about having his heart exposed now, and gets comfortable. ] Perhaps I have been...ungrateful in the past, but know that your and the other's companionship means a great deal to me. [ He smiles. ] I owe you all a lot.

[stillarhino]

[Beat is quick to return the smile as well, big enough that it reaches his eyes. Despite what Trahearne says, he shakes his head.]

You don't owe us nothin', yo. I know you'd our backs too if it was anyone a' us.

[Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees as his tone shifts. It's level, which might be a tad unusual for Beat, but his tone is genuine.]

You're a good guy, Nightlight. An' I ain't gonna be lettin' you forget that. Hell, I'll shout it offa rooftop if I gotta! [Does that sound like a joke? Hard to tell with him.]