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Time goes by. Linya, who already quietly turned nineteen, turns twenty. She collects an accelerated master's degree in neuroscience and starts corresponding with various people on the subject.
Pens spread out; the next time Miles sees Elli he gets a white standard-model pen she bought him on Escobar. She has one too; it's silver. She loves it and thanks him for recommending it to her. (She has bought a whole boxful to unload at a markup on the next planet or station she comes to that doesn't have them yet, but doesn't explicitly mention this in case he objects to her cutting into Lady Vorkosigan's margins.)
Miles also has one actual courier mission in there, just escorting a diplomatic pouch from Pol back home, to pad his service record for the less-cleared eye.
There is a visit to a clinic to collect and mystically join gametes, and Linya collects the resulting assembly in data format for editing. She does the grey eyes first and estimates that if she doesn't particularly hurry she'll have a Little Aral What-the-Heck-Should-His-Middle-Name-Be all ready to put in a replicator in two or three years, though she can accelerate that considerably if something comes up urgently requiring the presence of Little Aral sooner rather than later.
And then Miles gets sent off again and is gone for a very long time.
isthisart
thisvorlunatic
"Ha," says Miles, semi-humorously. "It's not like I'm going to be developing a glitzy social life around here; I have every expectation of being stuck in a box and buried under a tree. Metaphorically speaking. I'll take the boringest civvies they'll give me, just to have something to lounge around in that isn't a uniform."
middlingalong
"Yes. Yes it is. Let's get you to Stores, coz, Stores will be so happy to see you."
And Ivan ushers him to Stores.
thisvorlunatic
Where the computer mutters to itself about Miles's peculiar measurements and then outputs him a full set of proper Barrayaran military uniforms, plus miscellaneous civilian wear in various registers of formality from 'casual' to 'fancy dinner party'. Miles, caring little for the selection, just gets the default in everything.
middlingalong
Ivan goes off while the computer is still handling textiles, leaving Miles with directions to the room they will be sharing.
thisvorlunatic
So as soon as he has his kit - and has changed into dress greens, the better to avoid being caught in the hall still in his Dendarii grey-and-whites - Miles bundles up everything he isn't wearing and trundles directly to said room to put it all away.
middlingalong
Where Ivan is sitting at the comconsole.
"So I called your wife. Does she have nightmares about Illyan or something? I told her you were here in the clear same as me, just temporarily, but she told me she was not supposed to know anything about where you are if it's not on Barrayar."
"So I called your wife. Does she have nightmares about Illyan or something? I told her you were here in the clear same as me, just temporarily, but she told me she was not supposed to know anything about where you are if it's not on Barrayar."
thisvorlunatic
"I - no - it - fuck," says Miles, throwing up his hands in an explosive gesture that scatters his neatly stacked armload of clothes halfway across the room.
middlingalong
"Is she under that much ImpSec suspicion? I mean - if Galeni assigns you a bodyguard and sends you out with me we'll attend parties and so on. Be seen. And in your case addressed as 'Lord Vorkosigan'. Linyabel's mostly visiting a neuroscientist friend in Greece but she's been up to London a couple of times and I've even run into her at a party, she said she was invited for novelty value."
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...Miles sighs.
"Oh, fuck it," he says, getting on the floor to start cleaning up the rain of assorted menswear. "Call her back."
"Oh, fuck it," he says, getting on the floor to start cleaning up the rain of assorted menswear. "Call her back."
middlingalong
"And you will calm her down on the security front?" Ivan asks, placing the call. "And let her come visit you and calm you the hell down? I can abscond from the room for three, four hours, just let me know."
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Miles answers this line of inquiry with a quiet growl, directed more at a spray of socks than at Ivan.
isthisart
Mercifully, the mix of Dendarii and unincriminating clothes is all on the other side of the comconsole.
"What is it this time, Ivan?" asks Linya's voice tiredly.
"What is it this time, Ivan?" asks Linya's voice tiredly.
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Miles desists in his cleanup efforts to get up and come around Ivan's desk into view of the vid pickup.
"I miss you," he says. He means a lot of other things to go along with it, but the words get all tangled up together, evasions and half-truths and carefully censored accounts of his mood all rolling up into an ugly knot in his throat. The fact that he misses his wife cannot possibly be classified by any definition.
"I miss you," he says. He means a lot of other things to go along with it, but the words get all tangled up together, evasions and half-truths and carefully censored accounts of his mood all rolling up into an ugly knot in his throat. The fact that he misses his wife cannot possibly be classified by any definition.
thisvorlunatic
He sighs.
"I am, officially, publicly, briefly, here. Naturally I can't say a word about where I came from or where I'm going or when or what took me so long or why I feel like inexpertly defrosted hell, but I don't think anyone will have a security heart attack if you come by the embassy and give me a hug."
"I am, officially, publicly, briefly, here. Naturally I can't say a word about where I came from or where I'm going or when or what took me so long or why I feel like inexpertly defrosted hell, but I don't think anyone will have a security heart attack if you come by the embassy and give me a hug."
isthisart
"Well, then, I will get off my conveyance at the next stop and turn around, Dr. Cheung can wait, I imagine. I'll be there in - perhaps two hours, depending on the schedule." It appears that she's taking the call from her pen, since it's not hanging from her neck, she's wearing earbugs, and the view occasionally bobs.
isthisart
"I love you too. I'll be there soon. You look exhausted; I will not be offended by limited hospitality if I show up and you're taking a nap."
