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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 2:46:25 GMT -5
He inhaled sharply. "I want a divorce," was the simple response.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 2:53:24 GMT -5
Adrian stared.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 2:53:58 GMT -5
He looked over his shoulder at him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 2:54:44 GMT -5
"That's... that's what I expected," he sighed.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 2:55:13 GMT -5
His brow creased the smallest bit.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 2:56:23 GMT -5
"If that's... if that's what you want-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 2:57:28 GMT -5
He hesitated, then said, "Yes, it is."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 2:58:46 GMT -5
"...all right," he said, very softly.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 3:00:47 GMT -5
"All right. Good," he said.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 3:05:00 GMT -5
"I'll, er, start working on that this week, then."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 3:05:57 GMT -5
"All right."
He went back to the couch to get his magazine and then left for the bedroom.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 3:07:17 GMT -5
Adrian was motionless for a long time, as though waiting for Adrien to return and say that he'd changed his mind.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 3:10:23 GMT -5
He went into the adjoining bathroom and locked the door, then undressed quickly and hopped into the shower. It was only once the water was on and loud that he let himself lean against the wall and slip to the wet floor, sobbing for all they'd had once, for how short a time they'd had it, and for how easily he'd lost so much, and so little at the same time.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Mar 22, 2011 17:33:39 GMT -5
Adrian sat down on the bed and fell backward.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Mar 22, 2011 18:04:46 GMT -5
Adrien came out dressed in the same clothes, skin freshly scrubbed and hair a dark blond from damp.
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