[ 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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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. ]