IC CONTACT - DRIFT FLEET

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FROM: SUBJECT: KIRK Fenris? It's me. Can I come in? MARIAN/CLOUD Meanacing DORIAN Well, I wasn't certain what to expect... JUSTICE You seem to have escaped the planet unharmed. RIONA You know, when someone is three sheets to the wind and suggests a threesome... RIONA Fenris! It feels like ages since we've spoken. KIRK ACTION MARIAN Fenriiiiis ADALWOLFE please tell me you didn't sleep with Isabela too ANDERS :3 MARIAN This will do KIRK Can we talk? MARIAN You're a mess, Marian. ADALWOLFE Special delivery! ANDERS Maybe it will help with your face. HAWKE Fenris? You there? VARRIC Don't-- don't do anything. OCTAVIA Hey, Fenris ELIZE Fenris? JOVE ACTION STEVEN fenrisssssssssssssssssssssssss ROBIN Listen, Fenris, I know you don't give a shit about me, but-- FELIX Fenris, I apologize for contacting you in this way, but I was wondering... JOVE SO ABOUT COLE JOVE STRAWBERRIES

TO: SUBJECT: KIRK About Anders KIRK Kirk wakes KIRK Kirk? Can we speak? MARIAN Where are you? We need to speak. KIRK You wish to speak HAWKE We need to speak VARRIC Varric. Varric. Varric wake up. JOVE Jove. May I have a moment of your time? JOVE Can we speak? Are you busy? HAWKE Is there anywhere on this blighted hole we can find any decent alcohol? JOVE I was spiteful and angry to you, and I owe you an apology. HAWKE Hawke. Did you know the Inquisition have a demon? VARRIC There is something I need to tell you.

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Tension melted from his body, lips pulling into the warm, easy smile he was known for, glad that they had reached an understanding. He would honestly try, but mortals had the unpleasant habit of forgetting and making mistakes. At least he had assured Fenris now that he wasn't purposefully ignoring his request the times it would probably happen in the future, despite his best efforts.

He did have questions about how Fenris had come by his trauma, the full scope of it, but he felt that those questions could wait another time, for when Fenris was ready to divulge such things. They had only known each other for six months, perhaps a little more, but he knew that was not long for someone who gave his trust in the tiniest of pieces. Perhaps one day he would be able to learn more, but pressing Fenris, he thought, would only make him retreat further.

"I have no doubt," he chuckled, setting his cup aside and reaching for the bag he had brought with him.

He reached in, bringing out two objects. The first was a worn book, clearly having seen better days, but not quite falling apart. It was not overly large, but neither was it small. The second item was a journal - the entire cover decorated in brilliant sparkles and the image of an earth-style unicorn. The clasp had a small pad meant for a thumb to be placed on it, acting as the lock, and came with a matching pen that wrote in silver glitter ink tucked into a loop.

"I brought these for you as well," he held them out to Fenris. "I saw them in the market, and I thought they would be of use to you."

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One day, Fenris would tell him about it. Likely piece by piece, as his trust in the man grew- not just for the man in general, but to feel safe enough to bare the ugliest parts of his life to someone and trust that Kirk wouldn't think less of him because of it. Because of what he allowed to happen to him, because he never knew he could be anything else.

He stared at the gifts, confusion crossing his brow. The book, at least, piqued his interest, but the journal. Was that glitter?

"...It has a unicorn on it??"

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Whenever he was ready. Stories like that had to be told at their own pace, in their own way. Forcing them out of someone was akin to putting them through the trauma again, and Fenris didn't deserve that. He didn't want that of his friend.

The look the other gave him as he presented the gifts was enough to make him laugh quietly, looking a touch sheepish, but not nearly enough to be truly sorry.

"It was the only one I could find with all its pages intact and not, uh, used for some other purposes," he explained, jiggling it in Fenris' direction for him to take. "Beggars can't be choosers."

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And that sort of attitude would be exactly why Fenris would feel comfortable in telling them. He needed that. To come to it on his own. His own autonomy remained the most important gift Fenris possessed. He always cherished those who took it seriously.

He stared a little more at the glitterly abomination, listening to his explanation, before gingerly taking it. He always sucks at getting gifts. Hawke always struggled with it.

"I- thank you?"

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Kirk laughed again, the sound a short little chuff.

"I thought you could use it to practice your spelling and writing," he explained. "I also though that you could use this to get out the things you can't say aloud. It helped me, when I was going through some things. Still does, though I tend to speak it to a recorder rather than write. I found one with a bio-seal too - your thumbprint, that is, so it's secure. No one's going to be reading this but you."

He reached out and patted the journal, flashing an almost cheeky grin.

"I also figure that no one would ever connect this type of decoration with you, so anyone curious won't think to look in here even if they could crack it."

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Oh. Oh. So that's what it was for. Fenris' fingers run over the front of it delicately, with a little more care this time. It was something important.

"That is...good of you," to think for his letter practise, to give him a different way of venting. "...Perhaps it will help."

He can't punch his way out of everything. Still, he stares at it with a strange, detached wonder. He's not sure what he's done to deserve it, and is a little afraid to ask.

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"I hope it does," he nodded, pushing up from the bed, taking his empty cup but leaving Fenris his.

"Do you want help keying it to your thumbprint? And we should probably find you a fresh pen. I'm not sure the attached one actually works," he sounded a touch sheepish admitting that, but he had just been grateful to find a journal with more than five pages intact and not crudely drawn on.

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Fenris looks down at the gift again, before looking up, offering Kirk a small smile of gratitude.

"I would appreciate that, thank you. For both the help and the pen."

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He simply nodded to that, knowing that Fenris wasn't one for over sentimentality, but it was a touching moment, and one he was grateful for after their earlier tension. He took the journal back and turned it, fiddling with a series of buttons and then held it out to Fenris.

"Just press your thumb to the pad and wait for it to beep. That will mean it's now coded to your thumb print and any time you want to open it, you just press it to the lock," he instructed. "It's a biological signature. No one else will be able to open it either, like I said."

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He recognised the technology, to an extent. His time in Exsilium was, thankfully, educational in that matter. He knew he should be glad for it. It made the transition to the Fleet easier than those he shared his home world with.

"Hm. Clever."

He'll do as asked, pressing his thumb to it. Beep boop. He now has a personal journal. You're the best, Kirk.

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He does try.

"Well, unless you need help with anything else, I'll leave you to yourself," he declared, taking up his cup of coffee and leaving Fenris his to finish in his own time.