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[fiddlestick]

Elliot Craig

[Muffled violin music in the distance]

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[droptheious]

[Be afraid, Elliot.]

I guess? I never really thought about it before. It's something I've always been able to do, I guess? I can do it with chemicals, too. I don't think it's that much different from being able to do the same with musical pieces- that's pretty impressive, too.

[fiddlestick]

Ohhh, I'd say there's a difference!

Music can do a lot of things for people, but...no musical piece in the world could create a robot, or anything like that.

[droptheious]

Funnily enough, mine were powered with a music box on the inside. It's not like we have actual...engines back home yet. In hindsight, they were probably pretty creepy.

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot is taken aback for a second, well - Congrats Varian. For all your long list of crimes, this is the one that earns Elliot's look of sharp disapproval. You don't abuse music kid!! ]

I see. So we clearly need to go over how to ethically use the power of music on top of everything else. Got it.

[droptheious]

[Out of everything he'd said this was the last thing Varian thought would have earned any ire from Elliot. He really should know better, the guy is his music teacher, after all. He clears his throat, a nervous little laugh bubbling out of him.]

Right...yeah- yeah, of course. Sorry.

[fiddlestick]

[Of course it's what sets Elliot off, out of all the things listed. Because Elliot is a madman about music.

But that scolding past, he'll take a deep breath and the sharp look will go away. Right. He made his disapproval known. No need to drill it in]

...Good.

So...is that everything? Any other closet skeletons, or was that the last of it?

[droptheious]

[Varian settles again as the sharp look vanishes, heaving out a sigh, his shoulders slumping.]

No, that's it. My closet is officially clear of skeletons.

[fiddlestick]

Alright...

[He sets his own coffee down, and scoots over in his chair so he can reach over and put his hand on Varian's shoulder gently]

Then, I want to say...I'm proud of you. Not for all the stuff you did- but..

I know it couldn't be easy, coming forward like this. So I'm proud of you for doing so.

[droptheious]

[Varian tenses, for just a second, Elliot's touch, before relaxing again- taking the gesture for what it meant. He manages a tired, nervous smile. Normally gaining anyone's pride (especially an older, authority figure) would have him absolutely delighted, but he's too emotionally tuckered out to get too excited about it.]

...Thank you. It- it really wasn't easy, but it felt like the right thing to do.

[He chews his lip.]

And trust me, I'm not proud of the stuff I did, either.

[fiddlestick]

[He'll pull away after a moment, not keeping the touch long. Elliot wasn't much of a tactile person, not unless he was particularly close to someone. ]

Yeah, I know you're not. [He can tell that much]

But really, maybe you got a lot of things you need to work on, but I do think you're pretty incredible for how far you've come. Not everyone is willing to face their demons or their pasts.

[droptheious]

[Varian tries to take some comfort from that. He knows he needs to learn to believe the people in his life when they tell him he's doing well. To listen to what they have to say rather than the nasty, biting comments that scuffle in the back of his mind.]

...Thank you. I um...appreciate that.

[He doesn't sound convinced, but he's trying.]

And yeah. I...I plan on working on my...things. I know I've got a long way to go yet.