You're a puzzle box, [ Bastien counters, ] and a prince.
[ Neither literal. Obviously. ]
You are the misunderstood artist of half of my dreams and you are the kind, gentle love from the other half, too. And you forgot me, [ does hurt, his voice quieter, bravado set aside to be a little pathetic, ] but you've made a place in your heart for me so big your head couldn't paper it over. So I'm lucky.
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[ Byerly laces his fingers through Bastien's, as though to protect those hands. ]
These are far too comely to be marred in that way. And I trust that it's not needed.
[ He hopes that it's not needed. ]
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He smiles anyway. ]
You are too good for me sometimes.
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[ He squeezes Bastien's hand. ]
I'm lucky you give me the time of day. A maudlin, penniless wreck like me, and you such a talented and sensible and lovable man.
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[ Neither literal. Obviously. ]
You are the misunderstood artist of half of my dreams and you are the kind, gentle love from the other half, too. And you forgot me, [ does hurt, his voice quieter, bravado set aside to be a little pathetic, ] but you've made a place in your heart for me so big your head couldn't paper it over. So I'm lucky.