[ They take their dinner at a small, semi-luxurious restaurant near the center of City. It's been a strange day. On the one hand, they've been together throughout it, which is an obvious plus and something he wouldn't trade for anything else yet on the other, he's felt... on edge. Even before meeting with Stéphane, there'd been a tension within him, something dark and twisted and irritating and since they left the café, it's been an underlying constant. He's done his best to be careful with Claude, taking it out on the idiots who insist on calling him about trivialities, matters that should have been resolved but aren't, small but potentially destructive mistakes that Liberté might easily afford in their current position. They might, yes, but the thought of letting things slip through so sloppily, of leaving this shit to chance, pisses him off today more than usually.
Though he's managed not to lose his patience with Claude, he hasn't managed to be a very good conversationalist and as they head down the small side streets, aiming to follow the Alzette home for the night, he sticks his hands in his pockets and looks out over the water before he speaks: ]
I've acted badly today. [ He doesn't speak with much contrition in his voice - this is just a fact and he knows it might have been annoying. Bothersome. In a relationship, such mistakes must be acknowledged. A glance sideways at Claude, fleeting: ] Apologies.
[ The river is quiet, the lights from the buildings around them reflected and distorted in the water. They've had a heavy rainfall not too long ago and as a consequence, the river runs deep tonight. He thinks about Claude, going head to head with Stéphane, holding his hand all the while, like those things - softness and confrontation - aren't total opposite and mutually exclusive. Not around Claude, it seems. That's how he walks in the world. ]
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Though he's managed not to lose his patience with Claude, he hasn't managed to be a very good conversationalist and as they head down the small side streets, aiming to follow the Alzette home for the night, he sticks his hands in his pockets and looks out over the water before he speaks: ]
I've acted badly today. [ He doesn't speak with much contrition in his voice - this is just a fact and he knows it might have been annoying. Bothersome. In a relationship, such mistakes must be acknowledged. A glance sideways at Claude, fleeting: ] Apologies.
[ The river is quiet, the lights from the buildings around them reflected and distorted in the water. They've had a heavy rainfall not too long ago and as a consequence, the river runs deep tonight. He thinks about Claude, going head to head with Stéphane, holding his hand all the while, like those things - softness and confrontation - aren't total opposite and mutually exclusive. Not around Claude, it seems. That's how he walks in the world. ]