The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday morning

[betterthanaplan]

Duke was on his deck, doing some final preparations for taking the Rouge up the coast. He'd left a message for Rey, but otherwise was deliberately not thinking about the various responsibilities he was leaving behind by heading to Haven right now.

He wasn't running. He wasn't. He was going to Haven to find out about his trouble. About how to control it so he didn't hurt anyone again. So he didn't hurt Octavia again.

That wasn't running, that was being responsible.

The fact that he'd been spending the last several days trying not to run had nothing to do with this decision. Right?

[open! Duke is heading off for a canon run until like Friday. His class will be covered, I promise!]

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[thatwaslucky]

She nodded. "Keep me updated?"

Was she worried about him getting arrested for stepping into town? Yes.

[betterthanaplan]

He wasn't not worried about that, himself.

"Will do." Duke pulled her in for another hug this time. "Try not to let Fandom implode while I'm gone."

[thatwaslucky]

"I won't make any promises but I'll do my best," Rey told him, hugging him back. "Good luck."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah. What'd you say? It's never dumb to try."

[thatwaslucky]

"Point," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before pulling back. "Call if you need anything, too."

[betterthanaplan]

“I will,” Duke assured her, giving her one last squeeze. “Thanks.”