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[dontgiveafock]

[Joe hasn't been seen or heard from for a while now. In fact, he probably won't be seen or heard from for a while longer yet. However, the Irishman breaks his silence to utter a single word.]

Sean..?

[His voice is rough, emotion catching in his throat. He's been grinning since Nieta told him she'd talked to his brother, but now anxiousness and nerves turn his smile into an eager smirk.]

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

Jimmy! Fockin' tosser, get yer arse to the barracks so I can belt ya for givin' me a scare.

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[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

[Joe is silent, stunned surprise and excitement running through him. It's Sean. It's his brother.]

Would if I could, Seany. M'kinda in the middle of something... Just.

[He is so not going to cry. He's not. Tough guys like Joe don't cry.]

How are ya, brother? Y'just got here, aye?

[Joe may or may not be wibbling.]

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

[The mind-numbing relief of hearing him hale and healthy doesn't quite counterbalance the anxiety of not knowing where or how he is. He can detect that tremor. It's his fucking twin.]

'M just fine, brother. Tell me where ye are, then, so's I can help fix yer bloody something.

[Sean doesn't want to spend another minute alone, or leaving him alone.]

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[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

You don't got no idea how much I want to answer that.

[His voice is rougher than usual, emotion barely kept in check. Joe knows Sean can read it, but he's determined to keep at least some composure.]

I'm outta reach, but I'll be back soon as I can be. You need anythin', you call me on here.

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

This ain't right, Jimmy. It ain't fockin' right.

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[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

Yer here. I'll take that small pleasure fer what it is.

[Joe pauses.]

Don't go gettin' into fights or breakin' shit, y'hear? The Kitchen is mine, so take what y'want.

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[idkmybffjoe.livejournal.com]

Not what I meant. We have to talk soon's possible.

I don't know what the hell kind of game Deior is playing, but it's the same bullshit, different man. 'M sick unto death of it, brother. Once is enough.

[He isn't aware that this is not the Joe who shared the time aboard.]

[Audio] [Sealed: to Joe]

[aegisofsilk.livejournal.com]

Joseph, is there a part of "off the record" that you do not understand?

[Audio] [Sealed: to Isabel]

[dontgiveafock.livejournal.com]

It's my fockin' brother, Isabel.

[Audio] [Sealed: to Joe]

[aegisofsilk.livejournal.com]

Yes, and he will still be there when you are through.