[ Bastien's not opposed, for the record, but he doesn't think of her as someone in need to divine assistance. So he grins and nods and doesn't really notice her absence from his theory. And then the grin fades—because his bad luck makes him think of Vincent, and then he thinks (stupidly, a little addled from the warmth and ease and safety and beginnings of drowsiness) that perhaps Vincent should have grown a mustache, and then maybe he wouldn't have been caught, and—
He stops thinking about it.
But since his grin has faded anyway, that's as good a time as any to end the detour. ]
Does it bother you, that you— [ how did he put it ] —screwed your way into meals and beds?
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He stops thinking about it.
But since his grin has faded anyway, that's as good a time as any to end the detour. ]
Does it bother you, that you— [ how did he put it ] —screwed your way into meals and beds?