[ Stéphane smiles at Claude's reflections. It really is a coherent whole, isn't it, the man, the politics, the morals, the ethics. The tendency to go for an idealistic world, one that neither of them lives in. It's adorable in its own right. Jean Louis has found someone very, very harmless, not unlike his last girlfriend - boyfriend - whatever that was - and at some point, no doubt this relationship will go the same way. Sacrificed for the sake of the man's goals, his drive for power. It's actually a bit sad to think about. Perhaps, if things go differently, there'll be something in it for all of them at length - he'll have to mull that over, preferably when he's alone and not being stared into an early grave by his former charge.
Oh, but are they holding hands?!
Dearest God, yes, he'll have to encourage this. Anything else would be a crime against all that's good and proper - or, at least, it would be more of the same, of Jean Louis losing something that's probably good for him and gaining yet another reason to be angry and resentful. It's not that Stéphane doesn't like him like that, au contraire. Oh no, that's when systems burn, after all, and the old crumbles for the new. It's a spectacle. He more than likes it.
But all things have a time and a place. ]
Wise words, friend. For some of us - [ A meaningful glance in Jean Louis' direction, you listen here, now, whether you like it or not, and a loose gesture with his hand. ] - it may have gone a bit overboard, even. I certainly don't have a life outside of politics. If there's not much else to share, then that's how you end up connecting with everything and everyone.
[ He sips his coffee again. It's growing on him, honestly. Maybe he'll go for another, his diet be damned. ]
Luckily, there are other parts to play in this giant machine we call politics. I'm glad you're aware of that, Monsieur Bérubé - it's what the future's made of.
[ Not for him, obviously - but for other people. People like Bérubé, maybe even like Jean Louis. Yes, that could be something worth seeing. ]
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Oh, but are they holding hands?!
Dearest God, yes, he'll have to encourage this. Anything else would be a crime against all that's good and proper - or, at least, it would be more of the same, of Jean Louis losing something that's probably good for him and gaining yet another reason to be angry and resentful. It's not that Stéphane doesn't like him like that, au contraire. Oh no, that's when systems burn, after all, and the old crumbles for the new. It's a spectacle. He more than likes it.
But all things have a time and a place. ]
Wise words, friend. For some of us - [ A meaningful glance in Jean Louis' direction, you listen here, now, whether you like it or not, and a loose gesture with his hand. ] - it may have gone a bit overboard, even. I certainly don't have a life outside of politics. If there's not much else to share, then that's how you end up connecting with everything and everyone.
[ He sips his coffee again. It's growing on him, honestly. Maybe he'll go for another, his diet be damned. ]
Luckily, there are other parts to play in this giant machine we call politics. I'm glad you're aware of that, Monsieur Bérubé - it's what the future's made of.
[ Not for him, obviously - but for other people. People like Bérubé, maybe even like Jean Louis. Yes, that could be something worth seeing. ]