[ Bastien squeezes By’s hand and says, with firm warmth, ]
Absurd.
[ A seagull lands on one of their adjacent crates, eyeing their little feast with its dark eyes. Bastien wiggles a foot to scare it away, but it only hops to a higher crate, just as close. ]
No one has ever loved me as well as you have. And they have tried.
[ A little smug, a little regretful. There might have been something fucked up about the way he let go of Vincent and then became him, but worse. In six years he found a dozen people who treated him like the first greenery of spring, and he didn’t love one of them back. Even his interest in Byerly was first sparked by the way By looked at him, that evening of the drinking competition. By the way he seemed susceptible to Bastien’s charm.
He doesn’t look directly at it. ]
You decided to try for us. [ Holding on. ] Our two-pronged assault must have worn you down.
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Absurd.
[ A seagull lands on one of their adjacent crates, eyeing their little feast with its dark eyes. Bastien wiggles a foot to scare it away, but it only hops to a higher crate, just as close. ]
No one has ever loved me as well as you have. And they have tried.
[ A little smug, a little regretful. There might have been something fucked up about the way he let go of Vincent and then became him, but worse. In six years he found a dozen people who treated him like the first greenery of spring, and he didn’t love one of them back. Even his interest in Byerly was first sparked by the way By looked at him, that evening of the drinking competition. By the way he seemed susceptible to Bastien’s charm.
He doesn’t look directly at it. ]
You decided to try for us. [ Holding on. ] Our two-pronged assault must have worn you down.