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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 18:13:58 GMT -5
Adrien inhaled sharply as though about to sob and picked up his fork again, shooting Adrian a very desperate look.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 18:18:11 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Adrian said darkly, with great weariness in his voice. He looked up at Megan and Dan again, and added another "I'm sorry" for good measure.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 18:30:11 GMT -5
Adrien wanted to get up out of his chair abruptly and embrace him, and for a fleeting second it showed in his posture, his expression, as the world's smartest man could surely tell, but refrained, and nodded instead.
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Post by Megan on Sept 9, 2009 18:34:15 GMT -5
"Did we come at a bad time?" Megan asked feebly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 18:37:35 GMT -5
"No, no," said Adrian, looking down at his food as he cut another bite of portabella. "I don't know what has gotten into her."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 9, 2009 19:24:59 GMT -5
Unsure of whether or not it was okay now, Adrien reached over and gently touched the back of his wrist. He didn't think too much could be read into that.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 9, 2009 19:31:46 GMT -5
Adrian glanced at him and pulled his wrist away from Adrien's touch, though this time he did it very gently.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 10, 2009 11:48:51 GMT -5
Adrien went back to picking at his food, appetite wholly gone. Now he just wanted this to all be over.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 10, 2009 11:53:38 GMT -5
"Shall we, er, call it a night?" Adrian volunteered, looking at the others. "My deepest apologies for Micaela's behavior-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 10, 2009 12:04:33 GMT -5
Adrien nodded even knowing he was not really the person being asked.
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