Seventh Dispatch - [voice]/[action]

[captainhornblower]

[Horatio Hornblower's voice is very calm, very quiet. It sounds... not even curious. He is almost stating a fact, rather than asking a question.]

Lieutenant Bush's things are gone.

Why? What is the meaning of this?

[His housemates... will find him in his own room now, seated at his desk, the journal lying open in front of him-- if they dare disturb.]

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[captainhornblower]

[It takes a few moments before he responds.]

Not today, Miss Jilly. Thank you, though. I appreciate your consideration.

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[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

That's what friends are for, right?

[voice, poorly filtered]

[captainhornblower]

...It is indeed.

[There's a hesitation before he speaks, but the words have just a hint of warmth to them.]

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[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

Tell Archie hi for me, alright?

[she doesn't need to mention that the note was for both of them. She knows Archie will find her if he needs to talk]

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[captainhornblower]

I certainly will, Miss Jilly.

Thank you, again. For thinking of us.

[voice, poorly filtered]

[tehoniongirl.livejournal.com]

[she almost brushes off the thanks again. It's second nature to her. But she stops herself before she can, ending more simply] You're welcome.