It’s perfect. Authentic. Anything I taught would change it for the worse.
[ Bastien sees the signs, but he doesn’t get back onto the bed, because he doesn’t have the faintest clue what she’s concerned about—it can hardly be that she doesn’t want to be alone with the man—and he doesn’t imagine either of them will be compelled to get up just because he is.
He’s gotten his I love you in, and something close to hugging, and Byerly seems better. They both do. That’s what he’d been sticking around for, the discomfort of feeling like an appendage balanced by being an appendage with a purpose.
He pulls the blankets up further where he’s left Byerly’s side exposed, to try to keep some warmth trapped there, and he goes for his boots. ]
I need to take some letters ashore before the Archer sails. [ A point at the tray. ] Do not waste that cake.
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Date: 2021-02-22 12:51 am (UTC)[ Bastien sees the signs, but he doesn’t get back onto the bed, because he doesn’t have the faintest clue what she’s concerned about—it can hardly be that she doesn’t want to be alone with the man—and he doesn’t imagine either of them will be compelled to get up just because he is.
He’s gotten his I love you in, and something close to hugging, and Byerly seems better. They both do. That’s what he’d been sticking around for, the discomfort of feeling like an appendage balanced by being an appendage with a purpose.
He pulls the blankets up further where he’s left Byerly’s side exposed, to try to keep some warmth trapped there, and he goes for his boots. ]
I need to take some letters ashore before the Archer sails. [ A point at the tray. ] Do not waste that cake.