[ Byerly's midday appointment, one of these days: his assistant and his boyfriend, the former arriving with lists and files, the latter arriving with a pitcher of water muddled with lemon and mint.
The fact that Bastien doesn't go around the desk to kiss By on the head doesn't have anything to do with Benedict's presence. He's surely walked in on worse by now. More than once. Enough for Bastien to have given up. No, he doesn't go around to kiss him on the head (or rub his neck, or sit on his lap instead of in one of the chairs across the desk) because this is business—though not business enough that he doesn't throw in a jaunty little wink as he takes his seat. ]
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Date: 2023-03-22 02:46 am (UTC)The fact that Bastien doesn't go around the desk to kiss By on the head doesn't have anything to do with Benedict's presence. He's surely walked in on worse by now. More than once. Enough for Bastien to have given up. No, he doesn't go around to kiss him on the head (or rub his neck, or sit on his lap instead of in one of the chairs across the desk) because this is business—though not business enough that he doesn't throw in a jaunty little wink as he takes his seat. ]
Monsieur l'Ambassadeur. We are your council.