[video]

[glassinine]

[The thing about employing text is that when you start using it when all your broadcasts are in video, people tend to question why you've suddenly switched. So he makes the decision to instead compose himself as best as he can and use video instead.

Unfortunately, he always sort of overestimates his ability to compose himself. He certainly doesn't seem distraught, or panicked, or anything of the sort, but he's definitely shaky. This is definitely a far cry from his normal, slow, quiet, lengthy broadcasts.]

I'm leaving on a business trip abroad for...some length of time. I'm - not certain how long. Please don't try to contact me; I'll be far too busy to answer any messages.

Good day.

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[glassinine]

...There's nothing wrong.

[everylittlething]

[Oh you big fat liar. Have the biggest, saddest look ever.]

...It must be serious if you won't tell me.

[glassinine]

I -

[Good God.]

It's - I said there's nothing.

[everylittlething]

I can see you're not telling the truth, Uncle Miles.

It's okay. It's probably not something a kid would understand, or something like that, right?

[glassinine]

That's - No. That's not...it.

[everylittlething]

Then what's the matter?

You really can't expect me not to worry about you. Especially if you're worried about Daddy hearing about it, too.

[glassinine]

It's nothing. I said business.

[everylittlething]

Then where are you going? And for how long?

[glassinine]

Canada. And I don't...know for how long.

[everylittlething]

You don't know when you're coming back?

[glassinine]

No.

[everylittlething]

So you're going on a business trip to Canada that you can't talk about and you don't know how long you'll be gone.

[glassinine]

...Yes.

[everylittlething]

[SIGH.]

So what's the reason you can't tell me the truth?

[glassinine]

It's not - It's - I just have something that I need to resolve by myself. All right?

[everylittlething]

[This one's got those puppy eyes down pat.]

... Okay.

[glassinine]

...Please...take care of your father. While I am gone.

[everylittlething]

Only if you take care of yourself. And promise to come back soon.

[That's silly, of course she'll take care of her dad, but Trucy has had more than enough people disappearing for one lifetime.]

[glassinine]

I'll come back when I'm able.

[everylittlething]

Promise?

[glassinine]

I...Of course.

[everylittlething]

Are you already leaving? Can I come say goodbye?

[glassinine]

[Oh, God. His face twists in misery, but he says:]

I'm sorry. I - I'm running late.

[everylittlething]

[Yeah. Subtle, mister. That immediately distresses her.]

Uncle Miles...

[glassinine]

I'm really...sorry, Trucy.