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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 17:42:06 GMT -5
He pushed his fingers through his hair again. He was feeling so antsy, he wasn't entirely sure what to do with himself. He wanted to look back at Veidt, but he didn't think he'd be able to meet his eyes.
"Did you... I - did you like school?"
It was kind of desperate, but he didn't other ways to lead up to conversation like this other than asking directly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2009 19:02:32 GMT -5
"It was... fairly pleasant."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 19:05:07 GMT -5
Adrien turned and looked at him as though he had made up his mind to say something, but when their eyes met, all initiative vanished like a puff of smoke in an air-conditioned room.
"I'm glad," he said, holding Veidt's gaze nonetheless, his voice soft. He sounded very much as though he meant it, that he was very, very happy to hear what Veidt had to say, because he'd been expecting a different answer.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2009 19:07:26 GMT -5
"I was glad to be done with it when the moment arrived, but I expect most feel that way."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 19:50:30 GMT -5
"Mm," said Adrien. "I'm not sure. I didn't finish."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2009 20:31:21 GMT -5
Veidt leaned back slightly, to give him one of his appraising looks.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 20:45:08 GMT -5
Adrien tilted his head almost meekly as though trying to lessen some of the intensity of Adrian's stare.
"I liked it at first," he said in a small voice.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2009 20:49:20 GMT -5
"And then something took place that made you far less fond of it."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 20:51:01 GMT -5
Adrien felt like his stomach had leapt into his throat. He looked away very quickly and nodded, then said, voice almost a croak, throat feeling tight, "Yeah."
There was another long pause, and then he said, "yeah," again, very softly. He suddenly wanted to turn around and throw his arms around Veidt, but he didn't dare.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2009 20:53:00 GMT -5
His expression remained calm and nonjudgmental even as he leaned forward to kiss Adrien's forehead.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 20:54:11 GMT -5
Adrien shuddered and then crumpled into Adrian's arms and tried taking a deep breath. Then, with the barest of little hiccups, he started, very gently, trying to stifle it, to cry.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2009 21:03:27 GMT -5
His reaction contained all of the proper motions, but his facial expression remained largely the same. The line of his mouth softened very slightly, however, and he moved his arms around Adrien, stroked his hair with one hand.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 21:05:54 GMT -5
Adrien, however, could not know what expression was on Adrian's face. He clutched him more tightly, his chest starting to ache. Voice muffled against Veidt's shirt, he started to talk without thinking - "But i-i-it was my fault," he sobbed, nearly inaudible. "I st-st-started it. It was my fault."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Aug 19, 2009 21:08:21 GMT -5
He merely kissed the top of Adrien's head again instead of responding.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Aug 19, 2009 21:12:35 GMT -5
Adrien settled down eventually; his breath evened, his body stilled. He didn't release his grip on Adrian for a long while, however.
And then, rather suddenly, even this seemed awful and inappropriate, and he pushed back and slid over the other side of the bed to sit on the floor, arms wrapped around his legs again.
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