He wonders, for a moment, who Gwenaelle thinks he is. What she expects of him. What she wants him to be. He has no idea how close that thing is to who he actually is.
But - Well, whatever. If he can bring her some measure of peace tonight, so be it. He's not certain whether he actually has, but...So be it. ]
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He wonders, for a moment, who Gwenaelle thinks he is. What she expects of him. What she wants him to be. He has no idea how close that thing is to who he actually is.
But - Well, whatever. If he can bring her some measure of peace tonight, so be it. He's not certain whether he actually has, but...So be it. ]
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Hardie!
( he busses his head against whiskey, rises. regards byerly with the look of one greatly put upon, and then follows dutifully after her.
and then it's just quiet, and eventually they must both be sleeping. she'll leave in the morning. )