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]

Ah, the bard?

[indissection]

That’s the one. He seems rather sweet in truth.

[bouchonne]

Hm, I don't know. I've known a few who seemed rather sweet, then turned out nothing of the sort.

[ Not to get too dark. ]

May I have your permission to meddle, my dear?

[indissection]

Then it’s a good thing I’ve you to take care of me, isn’t it? Do as you please.

[bouchonne]

And doing so is my greatest pleasure, my darling.

[indissection]

I’m not certain I would cope without you. Truly, I mean it.

[bouchonne]

Ah, and likewise. You gladden my heart, even when it's at its heaviest.

[ And by the by - ]

You know I've taken up with Alexandrie and Bastien, yes?

[indissection]

Mm. I hadn’t concerned myself with asking, but I’d thought.

[ It’s only frustrating because she has never been on good terms with the other woman, though it seems obvious why now. ]

I care only for your happiness, you know.

[bouchonne]

Oh, care for a few more things than that.

[indissection]

Byerly. [ She’s shaking her head. ] I am being quite honest. I am glad you have found those that bring you joy. I am.

[bouchonne]

I am as well. Honestly. Happiness is a strange thing, and a rather uncomfortable thing, but I am glad of it as well.

[indissection]

I know you shan’t believe me, but you deserve it.

[bouchonne]

You've too much kindness in your eyes, Sidony. But I am not displeased by that.

[indissection]

You’re one of the few who would call me kind, Byerly.

[bouchonne]

Well, to be fair, I'm one of the few you show your true face to.

[indissection]

I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.

[bouchonne]

No, of course. You act no differently with me from how you act with others.

[indissection]

You have been my dearest friend for two years, nearly, darling. And you're my husband. Don't you like to be special?

[bouchonne]

Hah. You're right; I do. Ah, I do love you, my sweet.

[indissection]

And I love you as well. Quite dearly, I'm afraid.