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Post by Miles on May 23, 2010 12:31:28 GMT -5
Where other people might have had the tact and grace to say, cheerfully, 'Well, this isn't awkward or anything', Miles had nearly so much as double these - at least, it would appear to, for rather than state such a thing he simply behaved as though it weren't, even though, at odd patches, it obviously was.
He seemed slightly jittery in the lift, except that the only way anyone would have been able to tell would have been by the way he thrust his hands into his pockets and rocked back and forther and whistled a countermelody to the elevator music.
This time, he didn't appear to be confused at all over which room was his, which suggested he'd at last finally been in the hotel long enough to learn it. Judging by his general depression, he seemed, however, to the kind of person who'd really rather not stay in a hotel long enough to be able to find his room easily.
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Post by László on May 23, 2010 15:15:59 GMT -5
The hotel had also gotten quite familiar to László, thanks to the visits he'd made to see Miles. He'd also memorized the room number, and had he ever come here alone would have found Miles fairly quickly. It was still a bit hard for him to figure out what went through Miles' head--Miles tended to layer a veneer of cheerfulness over things. It had at times irritated László. Nowadays he wished he was a mind-reader.
At the moment, all the (hopefully) former rentboy could think of was to say,
"Sorry."
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Post by Miles on May 23, 2010 15:21:14 GMT -5
"For what?" asked Miles cheerily. He had picked up the phone, about to order champagne, but it had then occurred to him that this might be unwise, or look as though he hadn't learned his lesson, and so, with great self-control, he ordered chicken salad for dinner and lemonade, instead.
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Post by László on May 23, 2010 22:43:57 GMT -5
"For making a mess of things."
He hadn't really been paying attention to what Miles was ordering, having long ago trusted that it'd never be something bizarre or stomach-churning.
"I seem to have a knack for bumbling some situations."
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Post by Miles on May 23, 2010 23:09:47 GMT -5
"It's not your fault you were arrested - well, it was from one angle. But even then that was more economic pressure, wasn't it?"
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Post by László on May 23, 2010 23:22:42 GMT -5
As he hadn't even been thinking of the arrest, it took László a moment to answer while he figured out what Miles meant, and when he did he barked an awkward-sounding laugh. "I wasn't even thinking about that, Miles. I meant...before. Last time I was here. "
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