[ That comes out about as automatically as everything else his mom has taught him, manners, hello - goodbye, the polite you over the intimate you, all those things. So, when Fortesqué says he can't specify the date but he can promise Claude to get back to him relatively fast, so he can arrange his calendar accordingly, that's okay. That's good enough. Claude will take it, because he actually doesn't want to upset the no doubt crucial balance of Jean Louis' public relations. Between the two of them, Jean Louis is, after all, the one who has to rely on that most.
Then, because there's a defeated air to the other man's voice now, the lightness of his voice dropping a notch, two, Claude hesitates for a second before saying, remembering what his mother usually says: you never know when you might need a friend. ]
My apologies, you know, for the awkward position, evidently positioning isn't my forté. I'm more of a philosophy and chill kind of guy.
[ Evidently positioning isn't my forté and Vincent, who's actually half a slip of his finger from shutting down the conversation, pauses and blinks into the air for a second before he laughs. It's less dry this time, lighter, but predictably short-lived. He doesn't have time for much, Vincent. It's just how the world's turned out. ]
If I know him at all, I'd say you're more than adequate at positioning, darling.
[ Perhaps it's something about the softness in Claude's tone - the way he just keeps being kind, even in the face of Vincent's rudeness which, obviously, he needs to be curt in this job, how's anyone going to get anything done if he waffles about like he's permanently confused? No. But something about that softness makes him feel maybe slightly softer, too, like you'd be a complete monster not to mirror it, to take it in a little.
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[ That comes out about as automatically as everything else his mom has taught him, manners, hello - goodbye, the polite you over the intimate you, all those things. So, when Fortesqué says he can't specify the date but he can promise Claude to get back to him relatively fast, so he can arrange his calendar accordingly, that's okay. That's good enough. Claude will take it, because he actually doesn't want to upset the no doubt crucial balance of Jean Louis' public relations. Between the two of them, Jean Louis is, after all, the one who has to rely on that most.
Then, because there's a defeated air to the other man's voice now, the lightness of his voice dropping a notch, two, Claude hesitates for a second before saying, remembering what his mother usually says: you never know when you might need a friend. ]
My apologies, you know, for the awkward position, evidently positioning isn't my forté. I'm more of a philosophy and chill kind of guy.
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If I know him at all, I'd say you're more than adequate at positioning, darling.
[ Perhaps it's something about the softness in Claude's tone - the way he just keeps being kind, even in the face of Vincent's rudeness which, obviously, he needs to be curt in this job, how's anyone going to get anything done if he waffles about like he's permanently confused? No. But something about that softness makes him feel maybe slightly softer, too, like you'd be a complete monster not to mirror it, to take it in a little.
Ugh, what a waste of time.
Vincent straightens. ]
I'll call you back on this number.
[ And then, he hangs up. ]