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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 4:41:43 GMT -5
László just stared at him, unable to even figure out how to respond other than to show disbelief. Romance was not a thing that had ever been in his life. Romance was not even a word to him. And here was someone who seemed to live and breathe the stuff. What did he know about what John was saying? Not a damn thing.
Not knowing where it came from, he started to cry.
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 4:44:32 GMT -5
"Oh" John pushed Laszlo's legs off of him and grabbed him as swiftly as he could in to his arms, pulling him on to his lap.
"It's all right" he whispered and held Laszlo's head against his chest.
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 4:48:20 GMT -5
László clung to John, burying his face against his chest, sobbing. He couldn't say why, what it was that had caused it. He suspected it was the conversation, but they'd had talks like this before, and it hadn't made him lose it like this. But what was it about John's seemingly naiively romantic assumption about things that drove him crazy?
Or seemed to resonate with something within that he didn't even have a name for?
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 4:57:37 GMT -5
John didn't say anything, anything at all.
He just let Laszlo cry, he himself allowing a few tears to fall.
He'd known something was wrong, Laszlo didn't drink, at least not often, and not when he'd ever been there. Something had been brewing up, and with the visit from Alain that day, he was sure it didn't help the situation any.
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Post by László on Feb 7, 2012 12:28:25 GMT -5
He sniffled, feeling a bit light-headed from the combination of emotional up and down mixed with alcoholic fuzzy-headedness.
"Sorry."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 7, 2012 17:20:33 GMT -5
"Don't be" he wiped the tears from underneath Laszlo's eyes.
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Post by László on Feb 8, 2012 11:45:33 GMT -5
"I don't like crying in front of anybody. Most of the time I manage not to."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 8, 2012 13:49:54 GMT -5
"I know how that is" he looked down to show his own tears "sometimes, it just needs to be let out. You keep things bundled up the way you do, it just- well, it explodes."
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Post by László on Feb 9, 2012 12:35:07 GMT -5
"I have to. You don't cry out there. The vultures start circling if you show any kind of weakness, and I can't...I can't think of bad things that happened because it keeps you from going on. There's no taking breaks from it."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 9, 2012 18:05:59 GMT -5
"You aren't out there anymore" John whispered "you're here with me, and I'm going to keep you safe."
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Post by László on Feb 9, 2012 19:45:58 GMT -5
"It's not easy to believe it. I'd been living that...almost all of my life. One year away isn't going to wipe away a near lifetime of it."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 9, 2012 21:39:20 GMT -5
"It'll come, I promise you, it'll come."
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Post by László on Feb 10, 2012 12:14:53 GMT -5
He didn't really believe it. He wasn't going to say that, though, as knowing John there would be some kind of overly positive response. Normally László just humored him at such times. But right now...he didn't feel like hearing any of it. Boundless optimism seemed inappropriate right now.
He rubbed at his forehead.
"I need to lie down."
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Post by John Bristow on Feb 11, 2012 20:23:46 GMT -5
"Would you like to head in to your bedroom, or just rest here on the couch?"
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Post by László on Feb 11, 2012 20:59:10 GMT -5
"Upstairs is fine."
He almost suggested John's room, but he figured that'd get shot down fast.
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