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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:51:56 GMT -5
"No - but- well-"
He took a shaky breath, looking down. Slowly lifting his eyes to Crowley's, he said, "...it's very complicated."
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 22:54:25 GMT -5
"I might be able to understand if you explain everything to me. I'm not going to run to the paparazzi with this or anything daft like that."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 22:58:36 GMT -5
"-it's so much more serious than that. It's nothing he's done to me. It's-"
He clammed up.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 23:02:27 GMT -5
"Adrien, you're really starting to scare me. What did he do that was so serious? Hedge funds? Bribery? Drug peddling? Was he secretly providing arms or something?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 23:03:50 GMT -5
He shook his head mutely, looking miserable. "I can't tell you. I can't tell anybody, so nobody can help me but I can't bear to look at him anymore either-"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 23:10:54 GMT -5
Crowley took Adrien's hand in his own. "Look. I'm not going to press the matter anymore—for now—but I think you need to get yourself out of here. I've got a spare bed at my flat—" a lie, naturally, but he was concerned, and he didn't have a problem with camping out on the sofa for a few nights "—and I think a change of scenery might do you some good. You don't have to stay long. Just give it a go for a night and if you feel you absolutely must come home, I'll drive you back myself. How does that sound?"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 23:14:00 GMT -5
He threw his arms around him. "I wish I never had to come back here-"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 23:19:15 GMT -5
Crowley ran his fingers through Adrien's hair. "We'll postpone it as long as we can. Come on, get dressed, my car's right outside."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 23:23:07 GMT -5
He kissed his cheek and ran out of the room to do so, coming back out in khakis, brogues, a sweater, a scarf, and a trenchcoat. He was pulling sunglasses out of the pocket and putting them on hesitantly.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 23:28:04 GMT -5
Crowley smiled weakly and, Scotch in arm, led Adrien out to his car. He opened up the passenger door to let him in.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 23:31:07 GMT -5
He kissed his cheek again. "You're such a gentleman," he said, getting in.
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 23:32:44 GMT -5
Crowley laughed as he started the car. "Sometimes," he said, and he hit the gas.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 23:36:46 GMT -5
"Well, yes," he said cheekily, regaining some good humor, as though just leaving the house made his spirits lift. "But when you're being a devil I like that too."
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Post by Crowley on Sept 15, 2011 23:43:17 GMT -5
He grinned. "Glad somebody does."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Sept 15, 2011 23:46:10 GMT -5
"....Adrian knows I'm leaving him, but he wants me to go to anyone but you."
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