[ Gustave gives him a lightly exasperated glance, shaking his head as he draws one leg up to sling his arm around his knee. Watchingโ of course he was. Somehow Verso was there, just like he was there yesterday, just like he was there on the rooftops. How long has he been nearby, but unwilling to come out and speak to them directly?
Would he ever have shown himself if Gustave hadn't taken matters into his own hands yesterday?
They have time to talk, and maybe if he asks those questions, he'll manage to get some answers. But first things first.
He looks over at Verso, taking in the way the cool blue light from the chroma-soaked tree settles on his hair, his skin, at the hollow of his throat. His monsieur le pianiste looks far rougher around the edges out here in the wilds, far from the baths and fashion of Lumiรจre, but he's still enchanting, impossibly beautiful. If all that happened tonight was that they talked and Gustave could look his fill, he thinks he'd go back to camp happy and content. ]
I'm going to have to tell them I'm meeting someone eventually, you know.
[ Of all the pressing matters at hand, this is the one he'd determined was most pressing. If he has to keep secrets from his team, they'll all pay the price. He doesn't want to, and he's no good at it even if he did. ]
I knowโ I know you're nervous about it. I don't have to tell them everything, not all at once. But it'll make it easier to meet you if I don't have to try and sneak away...
[ The realization of what he's saying hits him mid-sentence: the unconscious assumption that this won't be the only time they meet. Already, he's letting himself sink into the idea that maybe Verso really will be here, and for more than two days in a row. ]
If you, I mean...
If you were planning to...
[ He grimaces at himself, chagrined. ]
I'm not trying to... although I would really like if, if... if you came back. Again, I mean. Another night.
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Would he ever have shown himself if Gustave hadn't taken matters into his own hands yesterday?
They have time to talk, and maybe if he asks those questions, he'll manage to get some answers. But first things first.
He looks over at Verso, taking in the way the cool blue light from the chroma-soaked tree settles on his hair, his skin, at the hollow of his throat. His monsieur le pianiste looks far rougher around the edges out here in the wilds, far from the baths and fashion of Lumiรจre, but he's still enchanting, impossibly beautiful. If all that happened tonight was that they talked and Gustave could look his fill, he thinks he'd go back to camp happy and content. ]
I'm going to have to tell them I'm meeting someone eventually, you know.
[ Of all the pressing matters at hand, this is the one he'd determined was most pressing. If he has to keep secrets from his team, they'll all pay the price. He doesn't want to, and he's no good at it even if he did. ]
I knowโ I know you're nervous about it. I don't have to tell them everything, not all at once. But it'll make it easier to meet you if I don't have to try and sneak away...
[ The realization of what he's saying hits him mid-sentence: the unconscious assumption that this won't be the only time they meet. Already, he's letting himself sink into the idea that maybe Verso really will be here, and for more than two days in a row. ]
If you, I mean...
If you were planning to...
[ He grimaces at himself, chagrined. ]
I'm not trying to... although I would really like if, if... if you came back. Again, I mean. Another night.