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[For most of the post, this may as well be a still image, an off-center and ill-focused glimpse of someone's nightstand. On it, against a bright background-- the corner of a framed photograph, the detail of which is difficult to make out-- rests (unsurprisingly, today) a heart.

It's shaped like a standard human heart, a healthy colour with a glossy sheen to it; from the way it rests, still and uncompromising, it must be harder than it looks at first glance, as though it's coated in glass. Looking closely, the surface seems faintly crazed-- not quite cracked, but worn like old lacquer.

Winding down one side, beneath the hard surface, black marks like a tattoo are visible, though not wholly legible. Keen-eyed viewers might be able to make it out as Виктор, but not without squinting for quite some time.

But there's not much time to look. After a long moment, the blankets in the distant background stir, and a large hand covers the camera as Isaak reaches to check the time.]

[ooc; backdated to this morning because i'm too dumb to post before werk <3]

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Perhaps so.

It's rather large. That reflects well on you, I expect.

That, or I should be concerned about cardiomegaly.

I suspect it's meant to be symbolic.

What's it made from?

All possibilities should be considered.

Candy...? I only tried a very small amount.

Rather heavy-handed, isn't it?

[Bawww you're a sweetheart, Pasha. He's crazy amused.]

Yes. It's terrible.

[Said as he eats a piece of the candy shell that fell off.]

Honey-flavored, I think.

Are you sure you ought to be doing that?

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Not at all.

At any rate, I think the City's implications ought to be fairly obvious.

How do you mean?

It's a large candy heart. That doesn't speak for itself?

I suppose so, but I may not like what it says.

[He's not going to speculate about the state of Isaak's heart out loud.]

It could be much worse, I think.

[All considered Isaak is fairly satisfied with the apparent state of his heart, though it's a bit on the small side.

Really, though, a young person's heart ought to be large and sweet. He's sure at that age, his would have been in much worse shape.]

It could be, I agree. Still, it's not the heart of a Starfleet captain.

How old are you, Pavel? You've time for all that, I'm sure.

[Ah, youth is wasted on the young.]

Eighteen here, seventeen at home.

[Sewenteen. Chekov has never been young, as far as he's concerned.]

I have nothing better to do with my time.

[At seventeen Isaak had already turned his back on emotional availability, and had begun his careful study of how best to gain and keep power. Chekov, he thinks, is better off.]

Perhaps that's why you're here.

I'm here to not be a Starfleet officer? And I thought that it was circumstance.

[Now that he mentions it, Isaak has a point. Sometimes it's difficult to find things to do in the City without a familiar goal to work towards, but having a girlfriend, friends who aren't in the fleet, and educating children in the arts of math, science, and blanket fort building are all very pleasant.]

You needed a vacation from yourself.

I agree.

Have you ever needed such a thing?

Oh, I expect everyone does, from time to time. Though I don't believe I've ever had one, when I did.

[with great seriousness] Perhaps it's time for you to take one.

I've been making an effort to do so, as a matter of fact.

How is that going?

All in all, not badly.

[Most of the time, anyway.]

Good company helps.

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