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resources:fic:a_man_talking_sense_to_himself [2016/05/16 11:42] thomasl |
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"So go on then, what //is// relevant?" | "So go on then, what //is// relevant?" | ||
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+ | Armand gives what is not so much an eyeroll as it is a full-bodied exercise in extreme derision. "How the fuck am I meant to judge what'll interest you? All that stuff, you knew already. I can only assume." | ||
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+ | "It's irrelevant if it will only interest me. Go on, you've got me here, what's of interest to you? What do you want to say?" | ||
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+ | //Don't patronise me//. Is what he's meant to say. Is what he tries to say, in fact - but all of a sudden, halfway through, it's too much: she's dead, and it's too much, and before he can speak, the tears are hot against his lashes, and nothing in the world could make him blink them away, acknowledge this idiocy - | ||
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+ | "Don't - //damn// it..." | ||
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+ | Her brow furrows into a frown, "Hey, come on, don't... oh Armand, come on..." | ||
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+ | "//What//?" Audible sniff. "I'm not. I'm not doing anything." | ||
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+ | "Of course you're not," she says, hopping off the desk and sitting down on a chair, "but since you might not get a chance to continue to not do anything again any time soon... that's okay." | ||
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