[ Bastien cuts his imaginary conversation off immediately to smile and say, ] I know, [ with confidence that doesn't surprise him anymore. It used to surprise him, to notice himself believing that Byerly would be there in a week or would do what he said he would.
Next he'll be surprised by his lack of surprise. But at the moment, he doesn't really recognize it. ]
Because you are the greatest, and the sweetest— [ he switches his cello to his other arm so he can take Byerly's hand ] —and you could not resist the drama.
[ Bastien looks at him, then at the ground ahead—pleased, flattered, letting that unthreatening interest seep in—and it's only after a few seconds of silence that he says, ]
I am not sharing you with that many people. Ninety-five of them would have to get their own.
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Next he'll be surprised by his lack of surprise. But at the moment, he doesn't really recognize it. ]
Because you are the greatest, and the sweetest— [ he switches his cello to his other arm so he can take Byerly's hand ] —and you could not resist the drama.
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[ By grips Bastien's hand back, smiles over at him. And, teasingly: ]
Maybe if I know those secrets, I could make more of you. I would enjoy having a hundred or so Bastiens in my life.
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I am not sharing you with that many people. Ninety-five of them would have to get their own.