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[velesdonnersen]

[He's been worried all day, knowing they've messed things up with Egon, knowing how upset Ilsa is.  He hasn't got her ability to sense feelings, but over time he's begun to pick up her backwash --- her projects have been getting more and more difficult to block out of his awareness.  Today he's been driven half-mad by her misery and guilt.  In

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[ Ilsa has a briefcase with her, and is being very rigid in posture and speech. Whatever Tarvek is getting is slipping through her shields. ]

Thank you, I-I need a place to stay tonight. Could I stay in the study?

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[Her posture and attitude leave him unsure if he's welcome. He gestures her in, pure Euro, takes her briefcase, sets it by the hall table, and ginger helps her out of her jacket, before ushering her into the den.]

Liebchen, I am... sorry things went so badly this morning. I'm afraid I am not sufficiently adept, especially where Egon is concerned.

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I have managed to convince the drones to stay at their friends' houses tonight, so the house is empty for him. I managed to talk to Peter...

[ She closes her eyes, shaking, before she gets back under control. ]

...and warn him that Egon needed to sleep in the house tonight.

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[Not!Luka comes in with the coffee and cookies. Tarvek walks through the steps of Mayfield etiquette, reminding Not!Luka that "Mrs. Spengler" works with him, that they'll be spending the night in the home office, working late, and not to wait up for him. If Not!Luka was a whole, real person who loved him, the manipulation would make him a bit ill. As it is, it's just the automatic defensive game-playing he grew up with, a constant veil of whatever BS serves to keep minds off of him.]

[When his not!wife leaves, he turns to Ilsa.]

Good. I may find Venkeman difficult to deal with, but he's loyal to Egon. Maybe some time alone, and the knowledge you made the effort, will convince the idiot he's not being attacked. Sweet lightening, but he's...

Eh.

Idiot. He's an idiot.

But you, mein Ilsa...

[Puts arms around her.]

I am so sorry, sweet. It was hard enough having Pyro lost to you, without Egon coming in and proving an insensitive boor with no social skills at all.