[ Archie's more familiar with the emotion sharing than he had been even a day ago, but it still takes him time to realise that the the pain he's feeling isn't his. As he does, his hold on William's arm tightens. The realisation helps calm him, eyes widening in understanding. ]
I hadn't realised he was from even before...
[ But no. He hadn't asked, choosing to avoid the whole topic all together. His own troubles seem much less now, because at least both William and Horatio know him. If Horatio hadn't-- ]
[The shake of his head comes quickly, one shoulder lifting in a half-hearted shrug. Despite the continued closeness, he tries very hard, now, to rein in some of his wayward emotions; get himself back to his customary steadiness.]
It is what it is. [His smile is tired, and the exact pattern of exhaustion seems well-worn upon his face.] In all honesty, even from what little I saw of him, he seemed to be doing better here than I ever knew him to be. If we have to-- get to know one another, again, there are worse circumstances for us to find ourselves in.
[Assuming, of course, that Horatio would still want to get to know him here, once the shock of meeting him had worn off. There hardly seems a need, when he considers William a stranger & not even a commanding officer-- And besides. Archie's here.]
[ The words sound positive, even if Archie isn't sure that William means them all. He still keeps hold of the man's elbow, looking for signs in his face of how he's feeling. He's always found it harder to read Bush than Hornblower, and not just because he'd known Horatio longer.
But he resolves to do what he can to speed along the friendship. They really need each other, these two.
But before he can make the offer to do anything William needs of him, the issue of his recently arrival is brought up. It sets him ducking his head to look away. ]
Ah. Yes. I got here yesterday and promptly lost my head.
[William, certainly, would be glad for the help-- Though only if Horatio doesn't protest it. (He's very worried Horatio will protest it.)
The huff that escapes his lips is fond.]
He said nothing of that; only that you were here. Though I admit I was too concerned about whether or not you knew about-- Kingston to keep pressing him.
[AKA he had also done his own, quieter version of panicking.
A bit more softly:] I'm sure you acted no more irrationally than any of us coming from back home did. Especially given what you were-- leaving behind.
[ He can tell that Bush is trying to reassure him, but Archie is having very little of it. He huffs, shaking his head. ]
You and Horatio both think of me too kindly. I simply got caught up in the unfamiliarity of everything and let myself act selfishly and recklessly. I'm more than a little ashamed to think of it.
[ He can put a brave face on it now, at least. Like he's putting on a brave face about the growing realisation of what it means that he's here with a Horatio who's too early and a William who's too late. ]
But I'm here now, as are you and Horatio. Nothing to do but muddle our way forward.
[Selfishness, though? Selfishness is more complicated. One could perhaps argue towards a certain selfishness in the way Archie had died-- sometimes, in uncharitable moments, he does-- But any of that was far outshadowed by the selfless impact the act had had.]
We're good at muddling through, at the very least. It ought to make this-- easier.
[ That's more comforting, to hear reliable, solid William Bush suggest that things will turn out all right. Archie makes an effort and puts out a watery smile. ]
It's funny, I was just thinking earlier than I've really no idea what to do with myself here. Who'd have thought I'd miss the bloody French, eh?
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I hadn't realised he was from even before...
[ But no. He hadn't asked, choosing to avoid the whole topic all together. His own troubles seem much less now, because at least both William and Horatio know him. If Horatio hadn't-- ]
Oh. I'm so sorry.
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It is what it is. [His smile is tired, and the exact pattern of exhaustion seems well-worn upon his face.] In all honesty, even from what little I saw of him, he seemed to be doing better here than I ever knew him to be. If we have to-- get to know one another, again, there are worse circumstances for us to find ourselves in.
[Assuming, of course, that Horatio would still want to get to know him here, once the shock of meeting him had worn off. There hardly seems a need, when he considers William a stranger & not even a commanding officer-- And besides. Archie's here.]
He-- mentioned that you'd also only just arrived?
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But he resolves to do what he can to speed along the friendship. They really need each other, these two.
But before he can make the offer to do anything William needs of him, the issue of his recently arrival is brought up. It sets him ducking his head to look away. ]
Ah. Yes. I got here yesterday and promptly lost my head.
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The huff that escapes his lips is fond.]
He said nothing of that; only that you were here. Though I admit I was too concerned about whether or not you knew about-- Kingston to keep pressing him.
[AKA he had also done his own, quieter version of panicking.
A bit more softly:] I'm sure you acted no more irrationally than any of us coming from back home did. Especially given what you were-- leaving behind.
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You and Horatio both think of me too kindly. I simply got caught up in the unfamiliarity of everything and let myself act selfishly and recklessly. I'm more than a little ashamed to think of it.
[ He can put a brave face on it now, at least. Like he's putting on a brave face about the growing realisation of what it means that he's here with a Horatio who's too early and a William who's too late. ]
But I'm here now, as are you and Horatio. Nothing to do but muddle our way forward.
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[Selfishness, though? Selfishness is more complicated. One could perhaps argue towards a certain selfishness in the way Archie had died-- sometimes, in uncharitable moments, he does-- But any of that was far outshadowed by the selfless impact the act had had.]
We're good at muddling through, at the very least. It ought to make this-- easier.
[He hopes, anyways.]
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It's funny, I was just thinking earlier than I've really no idea what to do with myself here. Who'd have thought I'd miss the bloody French, eh?
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[It's a very weak attempt at humor, but it's still an attempt.]
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Then it's good we've got you here. I know I can't imagine what I'd have done otherwise.
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Led him into yet another scrape, if he didn't lead you into one first.
[But also.]
He must be glad, to have you here.