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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 15:29:51 GMT -5
"I mean... you know... I'm really sorry you can't see your family. But. Um."
His eyes were looking suspiciously bright. His voice got softer.
"You know, you - you - you're kind of the most family I have, and - "
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 15:32:11 GMT -5
"Ohhhh don't finish" *She interrupted, and stood up to go hug him again.* "You're by far the closest thing I have here."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 15:33:14 GMT -5
Adrien had meant to swallow it down, but he started sniffling the moment she hugged him and turned away abruptly to cover his face.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 15:34:32 GMT -5
*She gave a bit of a sobbing laugh, pulling away.* "Well aren't we both a mess?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 15:37:54 GMT -5
Adrien folded his arms on the table, rested his head over them, and started crying. It was not an effort to get away from her; he just didn't want her to see his face, and he didn't think he could cry on her shoulder as she'd done with him - she was so small, comparatively. He felt awkward touching her.
"Sometimes I feel - " he said through weeping, unevenly - "like he's my father and I'm trying to get his attention - I - I - when I was a kid I used to have these dreams where my father was in the room and his back was to me and he wouldn't turn and look at me and - and - it's okay that you say he's not your dad, because I know he's not, and all, but, if he's not and you have your own dad and then, well, what does that make me?" - and even though this did not exactly make sense he did not notice, and felt like he'd finally confessed something he was feeling very guiltily upset about.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 15:42:23 GMT -5
*Micaela really didn't get the whole size-comparison thing, and hugs always made everything better. Always. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.*
"I promise, you wouldn't be here if he didn't care. He just... I think he sucks at the whole emotion thing, you know?" *She paused.* "And it doesn't matter if we're related by blood or only by heart because you're part of my family no matter what."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 15:47:56 GMT -5
"But you want to go home - "
And he gave in and turned and hugged her and cried against her neck. They were going to need new clothes after this, for sure.
He was resigned to Adrian. That was Adrian Veidt and he was a helluva lot better than Roger Marchetti when it came right down to it. But if he was really honest, he was not certain he could have handled it without Micaela there, too. Even though Adrian talked about her when Adrien really wanted him to be paying attention to him. Even though he felt very stupid around the pair of them. The fact that Micaela was there had eventually sort of evened things out. He didn't have enough of a sense of what family could be like to know that theirs was inadequate, but it was his, and Micaela threatening the balance, even though she was only expressing things that had clearly been beneath the surface for a while now, had shaken him more than he thought it would.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 15:51:45 GMT -5
*She smoothed his hair and shh'd him. Sometimes the kind of crying you didn't understand was the most important kind to just be there for.*
"If home isn't an option there are very few people I'd rather have in tow when cavorting about Paris." *She said, smiling.*
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 15:56:25 GMT -5
Adrien looked up at her, his eyes puffy and red, with a smile, pulling back only slightly. "Because I was raised there, yeah," he said, almost a boast, because he was also not emotionally adjusted enough to simply say thanks. But that was the intended sentiment and it was all over him anyway.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 15:58:15 GMT -5
"Oh, and, we look gross now but crying totally makes your skin look awesome a few hours later." *She informed him, nodding seriously.*
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 16:03:38 GMT -5
He rubbed at his eyes thoughtlessly. "I think maybe we should sneak back to our rooms," he said seriously, meaning, so that Adrian doesn't see.
After a moment, he reached for his fork again, exhaling deeply. "Um, I have a question - " he ventured.
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 16:04:46 GMT -5
"Quoi?" *She implored gently. It was common for her to switch back and forth between French and English, and often mixed words from one into the other.*
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 16:09:22 GMT -5
((...which I will ignore because he probably only speaks French but I ignore that for the sake of being able to play him XD))
"How did - ummm I never asked anyone," he clarified, flushing very red indeed. "How did you meet Adrian? I mean, you are his ward, and - I figured - that you - I mean. That sort of thing doesn't just... happen."
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Post by Micaela on Sept 11, 2009 16:10:58 GMT -5
"I, um, saved some people at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. He took interest. It was all very odd and it still feels too sudden sometimes."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 11, 2009 16:17:40 GMT -5
Adrien looked totally taken aback and blinked a few times. After all, it was sudden, and that didn't make a lot of sense.
"I always figured he'd been like... your godfather or something."
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