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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 3, 2010 15:31:44 GMT -5
"Too excited to sleep?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 3, 2010 15:36:08 GMT -5
"...no, it wasn't that."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 4, 2010 18:04:58 GMT -5
"I still frighten you, don't I?" he sighed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 4, 2010 18:09:39 GMT -5
"No - no, you never frightened me," he said uncomfortably. "Just... Adrian, for Christ's sake, I fucked my own father, can I be permitted a rough night's sleep over that? It's not always you."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 4, 2010 18:14:51 GMT -5
"...right," he said guiltily. He had actually managed to drive that part out of his thoughts.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 4, 2010 18:19:27 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," he said softly, regretting deeply that he'd spent the night they'd been married tossing and turning over that unpleasant piece of nformation. He reached out tentatively for his hand.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 4, 2010 18:20:39 GMT -5
"It's all right. I'd... forgotten."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 4, 2010 18:21:30 GMT -5
"I wish I could."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 4, 2010 18:26:18 GMT -5
"I'm sorry-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 4, 2010 18:29:48 GMT -5
"Well, we won't talk about it, then," he said with uncharacteristic brusqueness (although a very usual wave of the hand).
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 4, 2010 18:33:56 GMT -5
He caught that hand and kissed it.
"Really, though, if you want anyone from Paris at the party, you'll need to decide soon so I can make the proper arrangements."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 4, 2010 18:36:13 GMT -5
"Right now I don't care if we have a party at all," he said, standing and drifting out of the room, arms folded around himself.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 4, 2010 18:40:22 GMT -5
"I was trying to distract you- god damn it-"
He didn't follow him.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 4, 2010 18:43:08 GMT -5
The sound of Adrian becoming frustrated with him - and the fact that Adrian was angered enough to not go after him - weighed on Adrien so heavily that he closed himself into another room in the massive apartment-house and cried into a couch pillow.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 4, 2010 18:47:05 GMT -5
Adrian finished the last of his breakfast in silence and then headed upstairs.
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