contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[bouchonne]

[ Lazy and tiresome? ]

Maker - [ What? ] I argue with people who can take it. The people I don't argue with are stupid people and sad people.

[elegiaque]

( gwenaëlle is quiet a while. eventually, )

Well, good. Me, too.

( but, )

I'd like not to argue for a bit.

[bouchonne]

[ ????

He doesn't really know what to do. ]

All right.

[elegiaque]

( she has crushed his handkerchief, just about, and manages to wipe her eyes with the knuckles of the fist it's trapped in.

all right, she thinks. )

All right. I'm.

( sad, and stupid, and very small. )

- going to go and sleep.

( she slinks off his chair, briefly looking almost surprised to have looked up from her fit and found herself where she did, and manages to gather the mess she's made of her things with some shreds of dignity before taking them with her into his bedroom.

hardie lies back down next to whiskey. bitches crazy, is he right. )

[bouchonne]

[ And Byerly just stares after her.

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. ]

[elegiaque]

( after a short time, aggrieved: )

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. )