[ Bastien polishes off his sandwich while he listens, save a piece of bacon sticking out beyond the edge of the bread. ]
You can have a sturdy, kind, dependable heart and still love a good night out.
[ Which is good, because Bastien wants this from him—sweet nights, slow mornings, coffee in bed, long conversations—but not only this. Despite sharing Byerly with a war and a mistress and whatever else he gets up to on his own, and therefore maybe getting laid less than Bastien would aspire to in peacetime and/or monogamous circumstances, he still doesn't drag By straight to bed every night he lays claim to him. Not when there are weddings to crash, strangers to fluster with double-team flirting, card games to win and to lose in the funniest ways they can arrange with bard sign, operas to accompany and impromptu concerts to perform, acting troupes to befriend, assholes to undermine, private garden locks to pick in the middle of the night—
He takes that last bit of bacon and holds it toward Byerly in offering. He has right of first refusal before it goes to the dog. ]
But even the simplest person is at least five different people, I think, from moment to moment, and you are not simple. Letting people think you are—maybe that is the lie.
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You can have a sturdy, kind, dependable heart and still love a good night out.
[ Which is good, because Bastien wants this from him—sweet nights, slow mornings, coffee in bed, long conversations—but not only this. Despite sharing Byerly with a war and a mistress and whatever else he gets up to on his own, and therefore maybe getting laid less than Bastien would aspire to in peacetime and/or monogamous circumstances, he still doesn't drag By straight to bed every night he lays claim to him. Not when there are weddings to crash, strangers to fluster with double-team flirting, card games to win and to lose in the funniest ways they can arrange with bard sign, operas to accompany and impromptu concerts to perform, acting troupes to befriend, assholes to undermine, private garden locks to pick in the middle of the night—
He takes that last bit of bacon and holds it toward Byerly in offering. He has right of first refusal before it goes to the dog. ]
But even the simplest person is at least five different people, I think, from moment to moment, and you are not simple. Letting people think you are—maybe that is the lie.