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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 14:49:04 GMT -5
In a small, throaty voice, he started, "Why me, why me? Why was I lucky, I don't..." His mouth twisted and then he started in again on the hysteria. But this time, before Adrian had the chance to threaten the phone, he clung to his lapel and begged, again nearly screaming, for Adrian to just knock him out.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 14:58:02 GMT -5
"I'll- fine, fine, I'll set you down-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 14:59:14 GMT -5
He clung to him and wept, awfully broken-sounding. "Just make me go to sleeep -"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 15:04:06 GMT -5
"I will, I promise."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 15:05:03 GMT -5
He went limp and hung there whimpering.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 15:16:53 GMT -5
"Wait here."
He set Adrien's limp form down on the sofa and went to the same hidden panel in the kitchen as before, this time only touching the poison to move it out of the way while he dug for the chloroform.
He found it after a moment and poured a few drops onto a rag by the sink, careful to keep it away from his own face, and then quickly put the bottle back. Adrian shoved the bag of cocaine in his pocket before shutting the panel and the cupboard.
"All right, here we are..."
Adrien was still on the couch. Adrian knelt beside him.
"Here. Breathe this."
He held the rag up to Adrien's face, very gently.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 15:33:46 GMT -5
Adrien breathed in shallowly a few times before his eyelids fluttered shut and he passed out.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 22:01:02 GMT -5
Adrian brought him to the bedroom. He removed Adrien's shoes, set them aside, tucked him in, and pressed Adrien's hand to his mouth for one long, pensive moment, before returning to the computer, closing the page that had upset Adrien so much, quickly copying another file to a floppy disc and deleting the original file.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 22:08:29 GMT -5
At four in the morning, Adrien stirred, eyes moving beneath his closed eyelids. Tentatively his little hand reached around for Adrian.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 23:18:30 GMT -5
Adrian stirred.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 23:20:09 GMT -5
He wrapped an arm around him and pulled himself, a little groggily, closer, to nestle against him needily.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 23:30:26 GMT -5
Adrian opened his eyes and gently pulled Adrien closer.
"Hello, you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 23:31:55 GMT -5
It was so unexpected and so needed that Adrien simply blinked and began trembling while huddling closer.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on May 7, 2010 23:35:16 GMT -5
"Please don't cry again-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on May 7, 2010 23:38:20 GMT -5
He took a sharp intake of breath that made it clear he had probably been about to, but valiantly was trying not to, if that was what Adrian wanted.
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